.In a certain row of a garden grove
A lady learns to sleep
While surrounded, not where all the flowers grow
On an empty orchard street
She is dreaming of her holiday
From a working glass menagerie
Oh her hands are cold
Unimaginable that shes warming up to me
I'm a.
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