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In a garden on a hill
In the middle of the day,
The violet flowers grow
And the little children play.
In a garden on a hill.
In the evening of that day
My love and I walked hand in hand
Knowing our love would never stray.
O! that garden on a hill
How could you possibly blame me
For I wish that it all was real
And my love, O my love would be Amy.
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