| I leave the noise and the dark city canyons
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| And walk through gates of wrought iron black
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| There lies a world that’s transformed before me
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| When I arrive will I ever go back
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| I take a walk in botanical gardens
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| And look for the faces of the pretty young girls
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| Just like the flowers that bloom all around me
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| I fall in love in this colorful world
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| You might go walking and thinking of nothing
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| Perhaps your love life is caught in a bind
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| There in a flowery dress in the sunlight
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| You’ll find somebody who will change your mind
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| She’s haunting me and she losing my memory
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| That beautiful face with perfume in the air
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| She brushes my arm and smiles ever faintly
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| A famine and vision with the sun in her hair
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| We might go walking hand in hand in the garden
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| And cross the bridge when it’s starting to rain
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| And then go laughing and looking for shelter
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| And find a feeling that you can’t explain
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| The colorful birds in botanical gardens
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| All fly away to a breezy lagoon
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| Where lovers can swim in the warm summer waters
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| Surrounded by flowers and the light of the moon
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| It’s getting late and the gates will be closing
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| Shall I remain or go back to the world
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| Shall I remain in botanical gardens
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| Surrounded by flowers and those beautiful girls
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| Shall I remain in botanical garden
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| Surrounded by flowers and those beautiful girls
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| I love those flowers and those beautiful girls
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| I dig those flowers and those beautiful girls |