Boots were made of leather, a breath of cologne The mirror was a window, she sat by alone All around her the garden grew Scarlet and purple and crimson and blue She came dead, she went and at last went away The garden was sealed, when the flowers decayed On the wall of the garden a legend did say No one may come here, since no one may stay
Boots were made of leather, a breath of cologne The mirror was a window, she sat by alone All around her the garden grew Scarlet and purple and crimson and blue She came dead, she went and at last went away The garden was sealed, when the flowers decayed On the wall of the garden a legend did say No one may come here, since no one may stay
