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The Divine Comedy
the secret garden
So much time, and so little to doI furnish my mind with pictures of you
Fading portraits, peculiar name
Replaced by your face in a big golden frame
Take me inside youââ?¬â?
There I will find you
Quietly sleeping;
Water is seeping
Down from the skies and
Into your eyes and
Into the secret garden
The icon hangs alone on the wall;
Her sweet mouth is saying nothing at all
Golden fragments of moments in time
Tarnished with guilt for an innocent time