| Now the meadows shine with all the summer flowers.
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| Now bees are buzzing, and birds are singing everywhere.
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| Now the wind blows through the tall crowns of the trees
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| but in my garden it is certain, dark and cold.
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| Here it is rickety and overgrown, ugly and snarky
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| and as hopelessly dreary and gray as in my breast.
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| Out there it smells of all the scents of summer.
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| It's summer there, but in here it's autumn.
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| I lived happily here with you and my cats
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| a life of sin and without care to be saved.
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| Reconciled with my character, because I never have
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| able to say no to anything.
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| And never denied me one or the other,
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| and lived life, until I was crushed one day.
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| It started with you cheating on me with someone else,
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| one that you said was much nicer than me.
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| Our quarrel lasted weeks, the shouting mixed with the crying
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| and I was thoroughly compared to your fine friend
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| Until you confessed that he gave you the penance
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| Then it was deathly quiet here in the garden again!
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| From that moment on that man was doubly hated
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| He had played with you, with us a little bit |
| And I, I felt that I too was lost
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| I wanted to fight, and was headed for the defeat of my life
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| I had the hammer ready under my jacket
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| When he came out in a silk scarf and said: Good day!
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| Come in and sit down for a while and let's talk!
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| I just stuttered, now I don't remember what…
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| And I was invited to cognac and cigars
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| and couldn't bring myself to say no!
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| And when we broke up we were besties and bondis
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| and I brought home things you forgot!
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| I walk around in my Pompeii, in among ruins
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| and I stomp around in the remains of our life
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| But you'll never give me pecks about sequins
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| and never shall you become someone else's pastime!
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| No, for the old we shall tie beautiful wreaths
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| and take our life and my cats as they are.
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| And despite all the lack of love and brokenness and fringes
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| I will love you for life, I love you! |