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YEARNING
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There is a beautiful garden
Fragrant and glowing with a heavenly light
Paths of peace and contentment
Wind through the whispering trees
Birdsong and butterflies fill the gentle air
Under radiant blue skies and dreaming clouds
We look at this garden
Through iron bars, unable to enter
Instead we are given a small handful of seeds
To begin the work of making a garden
Of our own.
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