There’s a quiet place I love to go,
Where memories, like blossoms grow
And each memory is a petal sweet
That blooms forever in my retreat.
The seeds were planted long ago
Deep in the garden of my soul,
And each petal holds a special place
Reminding me of a special face.
In my garden are blossoms, Oh, so rare
And I tend to each with loving care,
For when days are dull, nights are weary
And life seems a little too dreary,
I can go and pick a lovely bouquet
From seeds planted along life’s way,
Turning my world into spring
And I wouldn’t exchange it for anything.
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