Oh Mary, come tell me,

How does your garden grow?

Come with me, and you'll be,

The seventh maiden of all.

Oh Mary, come tell me,

How does your garden grow?

Come with me, and you'll be,

The seventh maiden of all.

My answer was laughter,

Soft as a lullaby.

You're too late, I'm afraid,

This flower's already dead.

Resetting as I was,

With blossoms in full bloom.

Never a chance to pause,

With magic to consume.

A shadow walked behind me,

Offering his hand,

But couldn't understand.

He said,

Oh Mary, come tell me,

How does your garden grow?

Come with me, and you'll be,

The seventh maiden of all.

My answer was laughter,

Soft as a lullaby.

You're too late, I'm afraid,

This flower's already dead.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Scattering petals down the road without an end.

Left on the battleground for one I called my friend.

Maybe he loved me as he took me by the hand and tried to understand.

I said, oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow?

Stay with me, I can see anywhere that we could go.

Their answer was laughter, as darkness swallowed them all.

One more time, I'll be fine, sometimes kindness is enough.

Oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow?

Don't leave me, please don't leave, I'll stay the night and I'll grow.

My answer, a whisper, sometimes you lower your head.

Set them free, I'm sorry, this flower's already dead.

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