The Perfumed Garden

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Marc Bolan - Rock

The Perfumed Garden

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I'm walking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith He said that I count candles waving faintly We're always laughing at him Because he was so unattractive And so sadly hating things He saw there was no more [?] Pleasant touch [?] and he sees I'm sadly smiling to his friends [?] Whose enemies would always lend A kind of mark, a kiss to spark A key to enter in the dark A hidding place, a place to make a paradise to forsake All your cares, no, no, stairway people And I dare you... while in a dream [?] I'm talking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith He said that I was right and you were wrong To play upon the Chinese Gong And as I look to my dismay The night time faded into day Proclaim sacrifice Killing all that was na-na-na na-na-nice Turning round with insane cries I'm talking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith He said that I was right and you were wrong To play upon the Chinese Gong And as I look to my dismay The night time faded into day Proclaim sacrifice Killing all that was na-na-na na-na-nice Turning round with insane cries

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  • Marc Bolan