In the garden of reality
the roses do not have a fragrance.
And the sky is not always blue.
The grass is not always greener.
But the lies
are always true.
The sunshine doesn't always radiate warmth.
And there's always a chill in the air.
Not everyone is friendly
and love
is not always fair.
(1999)
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