You said it in a strange kind, I don't forget the day Your smile is not the same now, You've drawn your hands away I dont's begrudge it to you, you've
is shattered The wise are mourning, the fools are joking Oh, what does it matter The wash needs ironing and the fire needs stoking She plants her garden
And remember the faces We wore at school Making the madness And solitary sadness A friendly fool I thought of stories They told us long ago Of how the world was a perfume garden
grown. Because, this world is shattered The wise are mourning-- The fools are joking Oh--what does it matter? The wash needs ironing And the fire needs stoking." She plants her garden
stricken land The crimson birth that swamped the earth in dark and deadly dreams And all mankind did bow beneath the power of her hand And in the monastery garden
the earth in dark and deadly dreams And all mankind did bow beneath the power of her hand And in the monastery garden sat a woman with a book A manuscript
shattered The wise are mourning, the fools are joking (Lay down your arms) Oh, what does it matter? The wash needs ironing And the fire needs stoking She plants her garden
You said it in a strange kind, I don't forget the day Your smile is not the same now, you've drawn your hands away I don't begrudge it to you You've found
Because, this world is shattered The wise are mourning- The fools are joking Oh-what does it matter? The wash needs ironing And the fire needs stoking." She plants her garden
. Because, this world is shattered The wise are mourning- The fools are joking Oh-what does it matter? The wash needs ironing And the fire needs stoking." She plants her garden
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: You said it in a strange kind, I don't forget the day Your smile is not the same now, you've drawn your hands away I don't begrudge it to you You've
You said it in a strange kind, I don't forget the day Your smile is not the same now, you've drawn your hands away I don't begrudge it to you You've
