That always is in bloom.
And the door is hidden,
Inside this very room.
Walk inside the garden,
And fill your lungs with air.
Not anyone who enters,
Can bring inside despair.
Notice in the corner,
A little set of stairs.
And at the top you'll see,
A table and two chairs
Waiting at the table
Yes, it's really me
Hoping that you'll sit
And have a cup of tea
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