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Secret Gardens
There’s a secret garden inside the heart, where even in the depths of winter the birds sing. And the flowers unable and unwilling to shade their colours spring forth.
The wall around the garden however is strong and tall to find the door takes a special kind of skill the young and wild stumble easily upon the key, but with age our vision clouds,
and the garden becomes more secret every day.
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