step inside the garden of youth, where the flowers have the softness of a baby's flushed cheeks, and the petals taste of sweet, sweet summer. step inside the garden of youth, where, when night falls, the stars are not so kind.
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But if I grow
Like a daisy
And speak like a
Garden,
Then no matter
How hard I try
I'll never stray from the sun.
[Even if it will hurt me.
Even if it will kill me]