In my secret garden, rest your head.
In my secret garden, dream of peace.
In my secret garden, dream of love.
In my secret garden, nightmares dissipate.
In my secret garden, ease your soul.
My roses are red my violets are blue, your tender spirit is the reason so.
Sleep now, forever in my secret garden until next season where I shall harvest another.
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I would like to translate this poem
You caught the wicker man theme perfectly Gary well done I give it a ten