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When I left the garden The Moon was mine to buy and sell Pianos played lovers stole away fumbling young hands in unfamiliar clothes and grass felt like a rose petal bed Later the wind howled next to my cheek slaps and tears rained down as the fire barred me I could not return I had sown sound The stillness of mothers call the quietness of my fathers halls shattered by a weeping chord made of soul string wet with blood and once gleam I bent when I lied Forged and hurt I creaked and moaned like an old man's bones I missed the gardens lullaby and its low branched trees its swings even the ones that frightened me I had visions of her among my scars a child's mind slipping past an adults morass to call me on a tin can and ask me who I am and why am I so familiar