| This garden that I built for you
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| That you sit in now and yearn
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| I will never leave it, dear
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| I could not bear to return
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| And find it all untended
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| With the trees all bended low
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| This garden is our home, dear
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| And I got nowhere else to go
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| So bring it on
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| Bring it on
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| Every little tear
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| Bring it on
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| Every useless fear
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| Bring it on
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| All your shattered dreams
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| And I’ll scatter them into the sea
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| Into the sea
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| The geraniums on your window sill
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| The carnations, dear, and the daffodil
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| Well, they’re ordinary flowers
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| But they long for the light of your touch
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| And of your trembling will
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| Ah, you’re trembling still
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| And I am trembling too
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| To be perfectly honest I don’t know
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| Quite what else to do
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| So bring it on
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| Bring it on
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| Every neglected dream
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| Bring it on
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| Every little scheme
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| Bring it on
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| Every little fear
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| And I’ll make them disappear
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| So bring it on, bring it on
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| Bring it on
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| Every little thing
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| Bring it on
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| Every tiny fear
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| Bring it on
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| Every shattered dream
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| And I’ll scatter them into the sea |