All the flowers in the garden
He knows all their names
But he is afraid to reveal the name
Who still dances
I love the gardener
He knows all the trees
He takes his stamp out of the world
The madness of him he stays there in the rain
And I can't do anything
for him, for him, for him
I would name all the stars
For him, in the garden
What color eyes?
It changes like the fruit
in winter, in ©Summer
You go where I am not allowed
The madness of me I stay here and inside
And my neck blossoms in silence
for him, for him, for him
I would sing of spring
endless in the garden
I love the gardener
But he doesn't know me...

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