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Though it is cold outside, and often lonely;
I know that there is a garden inside me.
We all see the the snow, wind blowing to and fro;
But I feel the warmth in my heart where beauty grows.
The flowers are bright and there never is night.
I feel all this warmth and I needn't sight.
I feel the glow of the sun in my chest,
Of all the feelings, this is the best!
I close my eyes, smile on my face;
And go to my garden of joy, warmth, and grace.