Secret KeysHey child, roses are bloomingare you sure you lockedyou're secret garden?A white crow mightpeck at Colin's windowhe opens itlegs waveringmake sure the secret entrancewill be known just in timeCamilla smells the jasminebloom at nightShe thinks of what has come to passmemories, streamingdown from the heavensinnocence smell likethorny rosesShe was the onewho left the keyin the lock.