into the green.
you can desires can be seen.
drifting into the places you've never been.
roses, lilys, tulips
two lips lock.
under the oak tree.
go into the garden.
go under the ivy.
fel the reds, feel the greens.
feel the real.
you can always feel.
go into the garden,
go under the ivy.
smell the red, red roses.
making an exotic smell in their noses.
our desire of love.
are lighter higher from the white doves.
go into the garden, go fel the ivy.
go into the garden..
go into the garden of love...
the garden of venus.
 
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