I spent years
Planting beautiful flowers
And evergreen trees
It grew into a nice garden
And people came to seeIt made me proud
And it made me glad
But it didn't last for long
What belonged to me
Was soon to slip awayI burnt all the flowers
And I destroyed the garden
I couldn't give up my hard work
To a mendacious being
I'd rather lose it allI pulled a trigger through his heart
For it was the garden
Then I watched him drop dead
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