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Verse 1 When I was a child, I’d sit by the trees, Talking to friends that only I’d see. They danced in the light, so gentle and free, The fairies and creatures belonged just to me. Chorus There’s magic in my garden, where wild dreams grow, Soft voices in the breeze, only I would know. They whispered their stories, both old and new, And promised the skies would stay painted blue. Verse 2 Tiny wings shimmered in morning’s first ray, Hidden in flowers, they’d laugh and they’d play. I’d close my eyes, let the daylight fade in, And open the gate to the world deep within. Chorus There’s magic in my garden, where wild dreams grow, Soft voices in the breeze, only I would know. They whispered their stories, both old and new, And promised the skies would stay painted blue. Instrumental Verse 3 Now I’m grown up, but I still believe, In gardens of wonder that I can’t quite leave. For when the wind sings and the moonlight calls, I see them again by the old stone, stoned walls. Chorus There’s magic in my garden, where wild dreams grow, Soft voices in the breeze, only I would know. They whispered their stories, both old and new, And promised the skies would stay painted blue.
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