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I have a garden of my own You may think it's overgrown How many flowers would you guess? It's a little wilderness But now my beloved is gone To the bed's of spices To feed in the gardens and to be where the light is And it will never rain roses How many flowers would you guess? "...And it will never rain roses" They are stuck here in the ground Stroking our noses Without making a sound And it will never rain roses They are stuck here in the ground Stroking our noses Without making a sound there's no sound (Dank an Regula Goetz für den Text) Aus Songtexte Mania