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KEY TO THE GARDEN
INSIDE ROARE
KEY TO THE GARDEN
I can smell your palms smelling of jasmine.
I see you handing me water to drink in them.
I can't touch them or you'll melt away
I can only drink voraciously.
I feel my heart pounding
I see you opening the goal.
I can't back down even a bit
otherwise I wouldn't believe what your garden hides.
Just a little key to get in
the key to recognize the beautiful.
A colorful garden, full of fragrance,
take water in your hands in the crystal well.
A little key that will lead me to you
flowers shining and fragrant, I seek no more.
Just a small key.
I feel the cornucopia from your blue eyes and the feeling that I'm not alone.
I see you hand me a small key and say come.
I must never touch you even if the key burns and melts.
It burns like my heart, it's like fire.
Rec: I want to sharpen the iron until the sparks fly,
with the smell of sweat let my cry be heard.
I want to reforge that little key from your garden.
Just a little key to get in
the key to recognize the beautiful.
A colorful garden, full of fragrance,
take water in your hands in the crystal well.
A little key that will lead me to you
flowers shining and fragrant, I seek no more.
Just a small key.
KEY TO THE GARDEN
I can smell your palms smelling of jasmine.
I see you handing me water to drink in them.
I can't touch them or you'll melt away
I can only drink voraciously.
I feel my heart pounding
I see you opening the goal.
I can't back down even a bit
otherwise I wouldn't believe what your garden hides.
Just a little key to get in
the key to recognize the beautiful.
A colorful garden, full of fragrance,
take water in your hands in the crystal well.
A little key that will lead me to you
flowers shining and fragrant, I seek no more.
Just a small key.
I feel the cornucopia from your blue eyes and the feeling that I'm not alone.
I see you hand me a small key and say come.
I must never touch you even if the key burns and melts.
It burns like my heart, it's like fire.
Rec: I want to sharpen the iron until the sparks fly,
with the smell of sweat let my cry be heard.
I want to reforge that little key from your garden.
Just a little key to get in
the key to recognize the beautiful.
A colorful garden, full of fragrance,
take water in your hands in the crystal well.
A little key that will lead me to you
flowers shining and fragrant, I seek no more.
Just a small key.
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