Oh why do the leaves of the mulberry tree whisper differently now? And why is the nightingale singing at noon on the mulberry bough? For some most mysterious reason this isn't the garden I know. そうよ、いまは楽園なの ほんのチョット前まで ありふれた庭でしかなかったのに}
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Take my hand I’m a stranger in paradise All lost in a wonderland A stranger in paradise If I stand starry-eyed That’s the danger in paradise For mortals who stand beside an angel like you
I saw your face And I ascended Out of the commonplace Into the rare!