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Spring Gardens Sleep Dead Tonight
The white picket fence
That once stood so tall
Now broken and chipped
And ready to fall
The sweet balmy breeze
Now a cold wind, stinging
The church steeple bells
Long ago stopped ringing
Cobwebs in the attic
Never cleared away
And the silk and lace dress
Now faded and gray
The blazing fire
That once burned bright
Now barely a spark
Lost in the night
Pricked by the thorn of the last red rose
That once brought such delight
Now all that's left is what could have been
Spring gardensSleep deadTonight
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