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...

Where you lie.


These are just moments.
They will pass.
But right now it is you that I want to miss,
You that I want to see when I close me eyes.
Called you my angel,
Called you my mountain,
So in this very moment, could you hide me under your wings,
Could I lay back on you,
Like the passing moments, I know you might not stay,
All I need is to hear your laugh,
And i could run into the world and face everything that comes.

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