I’m trying again to send message nowhere.
Hello to you from my far-out garden.
The hedge is too high and I am here forever
I am isolated, forgotten, abandoned.
My garden is charmed, here grasses can whisper
And trees can blossom and leaves can flutter
And motionless in my dreams I’m still with you
As far from this place as the sky from the garden
Far-out garden
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