Strayed down the garden path
Scattered like daisies
Picking up all of the pieces
Broken dreams always fly homeward
For the last waltz
True or False
True or false
He loves me, he loves me not
See how the willow weeps
The garden is covered with rue
Someday the red rose will flourish
In the end, are you
True or False
True or false, to yourself
Strayed down the garden path
Scattered forget-me-nots
Picking up all of the pieces
Broken dreams always fly homeward
For the last waltz
True or false
Are you true or false, to yourself?
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