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Rising / My Secret Garden - Anonymous / Martin L. Gore, respectively

"The wispy edge of a wild oat 
in a secret garden underneath 
suggests a waiting lioness 
 
As silence waits 
and darkness gathers, 
soft and oh so gently as dusk" 
 
- 'Rising', as written by the ever-so-lustful 
 
My secret garden 
is not so secret, anymore 
 
Run from the house, 
holding my head in my hands 
 
Feeling dejected, 
feeling like a child might feel 
 
It all seems so absurd 
that this should have occurred; 
My very only secret, 
and I had to go and leak it: 
 
My secret garden is not so secret anymore 
 
Run through the fields, down to the edge of the water 
I can't stay long, here comes the reason why: 
 
She'll catch me if she can 
Take me by the hand; 
I'll have to keep on running 
and I just can't see the fun in 
my secret garden not being so secret anymore 
 
It used to be so easy 
on days such as these 
She'd search and search for hours 
in among the flowers 
 
I loved it 
I loved her 
 
Play the fool 
Act so cruel  
- I loved it 
 
Read her book 
Take a look  
- I loved her 
 
It all seems so absurd 
that this should have occurred; 
My very only secret, 
and I had to go and leak it: 
 
My secret garden is not so secret anymore

 
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