Long ago...
there was a place where dreams were born.
A place where you could stay a child forever.
Hidden behind old walls,
beneath the whispering trees,
there was a secret garden.
A place where flowers seemed to know your name...
where the wind carried forgotten songs...
and every shadow held a little bit of magic.
There were days when the world felt cold,
and hearts that had forgotten how to smile.
But inside that garden...
sadness could disappear.
Broken things could bloom again.
And for a little while,
you could believe that nothing was ever truly lost.
Perhaps that's why...
we never really forget the places
where we were happy.
Because somewhere inside us,
that garden is still there.
Waiting...
quietly waiting...
for us to come home.
Waiting...
quietly waiting...
for us to come home.
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