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I watched you in your
garden
Roses growing every-
where
Flowers were so lovely
Perfume filled the air
Touching them so
gently
Creating a bouquet
Tied with yellow
ribbons
So they would'nt blow
away
As I left the garden
On that summer day
I turned and looked  
once more
Then slowly walked
away
I love your beautiful
garden
So happy I would be
If I were the rosebud
You touched so
tenderly.

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