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jazzy gardens
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innocence Lovely lilies you dance so kind
wont you stay in my head
half a mile from my mind
straying off to feeling dead
Far off, in the short distance
there was a light, shouting out
waltzing through my existence
watching me, from the inside-out
pouring rain, the scent of flowers
smells like withered pizazz
street lights, midnight hours
city-tripping over delicious jazz
