Garden of Rodin

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She takes his money he takes his time
Touching her where flesh and flame and heart and soul combine
Her silence turns to anger and anger turns to rage
As he throws her down in charcoal on a page

But in the garden of Rodin full of elegance and grace
There's a monumental memory of her body and her face
Her secrets and her sorrow in the roughness of his hands
Become images of angels in the garden of Rodin

Rodin

She prays for mercy from her blessing and her curse
Like a blind man sees with fingers he reads her verse by verse
And in the stillness of her labor she wishes on the sky
That saw the end of every empire as it rose, fell and died 

But in the garden of Rodin full of elegance and grace
There's a monumental memory of her body and her face
Her secrets and her sorrow in the roughness of his hands
Become images of angels in the garden of Rodin

Rodin

All that's unwritten in stone is there for all to see
As broken pieces of a soul gone down in history

In the garden of Rodin full of elegance and grace
There's a monumental memory of her body and her face
Her secrets and her sorrow in the roughness of his hands
Become images of angels in the garden of Rodin

Rodin

Rodin

Ah, Rodin