Mary of the gardens.
I've seen you in all colors and all cities.
I've seen you happy and sad.
Mary of the gardens.
I pray that the flowers of the heart will never wilt.
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Words - S
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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