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In the garden

I am angry with you,
My Lord, today.
For you have taken
my love away.

Taken away,
Before we could live.
You took,
When you could give.

All alone, 
My love can't grow.
My lovers touch,
Never again to know.

We believed in you,
to the brim.
We were the flowers,
You our stem.

Now in the garden,
The garden of lo e.
By the will,
Of you up above.

One small petal,
falls from...

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