The dew rolls off the orchid leaves
In a garden of sins, it falls to the ground
On the sand and the gravel, the stones and the grass
Where it isn't meant to be found
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I walk past the roses and dandelions
I feel the flowers touch my feet
I walk to the very back of the garden
Under the tree, where we used to meet
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Behind that fence, there I can see
The dew rolling off the orchids
It starts shining in the morning sun
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In the last ray of moonlight, I pick a flower
So before the keeper sees, I'm gone
With all the orchids in my backback
Past the railroads and the fences
Back on the run