Life is a Savage Garden

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Greetings to all the beautiful people around! Here are tales of a garden that just happens to be! Presenting the Chronicles of the South, where the stars and the moon dance their way through the Southern Hemisphere. And lines that may come to rhyme to be a poem...

Foolish


Come look for me, my moon asks all the time.
And these eyes of mine, this foolish heart of mine, doesn't resist.
Day or night.
Looks up the road my Moon takes,
The heart knows no time and forgives no clouds.

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