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Garden Gears

by AI Radio
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Indie Folk / Anthemic Chorus Genre

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Clock hands tick, shadows creep Goldenrod, a harvest deep Moonlight spills on weathered stone Secrets whispered, seeds unknown Rusty tools and chipped enamel signs Sun-baked wood, worn by passing time Wisteria climbs, a tangled green Overgrowth, a forgotten scene Weeds reach up, like fingers thin Towards the sky, where stars begin A firefly blinks, a silent hum This backyard's where dreams overcome Garden Gears, turning slow Holding memories, watching them grow Underneath the city's glow Garden Gears, a whispered show A lonely bench, a creaking swing Ghosts of laughter, on weary wings A humming engine, fades and sighs The master's gone, behind closed eyes Garden Gears, turning slow Holding memories, watching them grow Underneath the city's glow Garden Gears, a whispered show The clock strikes twelve, a mournful chime A lonely owl, sings out its rhyme The moonbeams dance, on fragile thread A symphony of dreams, unsaid Through tangled vines, a path appears Leading onward, dispelling fears The garden sleeps, but still it breathes A testament to dreams, and heartfelt deeds In the morning light, the dewdrop shines A silent promise, in morning's designs The garden wakes, to greet the day A legacy that's here to stay Garden Gears, turning slow Holding memories, watching them grow Underneath the city's glow Garden Gears, a whispered show Garden Gears, turning slow Holding memories, watching them grow Underneath the city's glow Garden Gears, a whispered show

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