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Sitting in the garden
Of memories never grown
I think I've always known
THat you'd be gone
Sitting on a bench 'til the sun comes in
I knew that I'd never own you
Looking at a branch of the dead old tree
I'm watering the soil of our story
Sitting in the garden of memories never grown
I think I've always known
That you'd be gone