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My Father’s Garden
Like an autumn morning, I was sad and beautiful
Bach’s cantata played, so I wept
I never found a friend who could understand my pain
I was for the newest cross, I was already dead
Feeling no revulsion, absorbing all the rain
When in my father’s garden, I went wandering.
Like an autumn afternoon, handsome and resigned
I found a cause for weeping, so I wept
One day I hoped to sleep again, but dreams were far away
It was hard to see them fallen, it was almost nauseating
I knew what they would write about me, knew just what they’d say
When in my father’s garden, I went wandering.
Like an autumn evening, I whispered without words
The drunken world despised me, so I wept
I knew I had to die with a pain beyond compare
But I had no one even to betray me
I had no fear within for I was already here
When in my father’s garden, I went wandering.
19 апр 2024
