[flowerfell] Secret Garden Uke tab by Empath-P

He said, 

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"Oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?"

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"Come with me, and you'll be, the seventh maid in a row."

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My answer was laughter as I lowered my head,

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"You're too late, I'm afraid, this flower's already dead."


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Resetting as I was, with flowers in full bloom,

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Never a chance to pause with magic to consume

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A shadow walked behind me offering his hand

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But couldn't understand...



He said, 

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"Oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?"

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"Come with me, and you'll be, the seventh maid in a row."

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My answer was laughter as I lowered my head,

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"You're too late, I'm afraid, this flower's already dead."



[Instrumenal]

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Scattering petals down a road without an end,

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Left on the battleground for one I called my friend,

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Maybe he loved me as he took me by the hand,

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And tried to understand...


I said,

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"Oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow?"

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"Stay with me, I can't see, anywhere that we could go."

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Their answer, was laughter, as darkness swallowed them up.

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


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"Oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow?"

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"Don't leave me, please don't be, the seventh maid in a row."

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My answer, a whisper, soft as he lowered my head,

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