I picked for you the finest flowers; vibrant in colours and intricate in design
I am now left with an empty bed; rosebuds not yet blossomed and Gardner long resigned
He lost his spark to keep alive the overgrowth in life
And now the weeds ensnarl the love that once was held in his eyes
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