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The priest's garden is a wasteland.
Song
1. The priest's garden is empty, even more support is needed, ; The priest's cook is even more touchable. ; Whoa-whoa! ; ; 2. Wherever I go, even the trees cry, ; Leaves fall from their weak branches. ; ; 3. Fallen leaves, cover me, ; For my lover seeks me weeping. ; ; 4. He may seek me, he may weep for me, ; For he will not find a lover like me, all mine!