Garden Walk

I remember the days under the dogwood
The sun reflected in her obsidian hair
Tied, pinned, and finely dressed she stood
I recall it well, her, so young and fair
Those garden walks, roses in bloom
Yet none so lovely as my sakura darling
Those moments shook away my gloom
Especially when I got to hear her sing
Yes, happy bliss those memories
To bad they were lies, just nightly dreams

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