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He lifts the roses of her secrets deftly
They leave a perfume in the air
He climbs the mountain of her hesitation
Then he reaches for her there
And she feels a thousand butterflies
Alight and fill the room
Desire, a flame, a fire in the garden
All of her is in bloom
O the things his hands can do
She walks the meadow of his lone some dreaming
While the willows stand and wait
She makes a wreath of every bending sorrow
He is watching at the gate
And he feels a thousand butterflies
Alight and fill his mind
Desire, a flame, a fire in the garden
All of him feels alive
She does it with her eyes
Love has a way of destroying
The deep disguise
You're not the wind, you're the tree
And the way it sight
We've been broken, broken open
Like a thousand butterflies
Desire, a flame a fire in the garden
There's nowhere left to hide
Desire, a flame, a fire in the garden
Where are we going to hide?
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