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Shadows in the Garden

There are shadows in the garden
Ghosts from the days of past
No matter where I run
There they will always be
Not so far from me

It is a crisp spring morning in my garden
Cardinals and blue jays dance and sing
A solo concert, I pretend is just for me
Then the cherry blossoms blush pink and red
While a bubbling fountain hums a lullaby
The fresh breeze laps my face
And there I drink life in so full and deep

But, in the distance,
There is this a shadow
A gray and fleeting figure
That forever haunts my garden
Stationed here till my dying days

And here I know, peace is never fully mine

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