The Garden of Eden
Oh brief bloom apon the bower our flowers have paled our walls have dined when a girl to your garden stepped in.
Bright bird sung has flown
As she flue with her wings my chest gently touched
When I looked down t'was not a caress but a cut
What has flown has flown and dimmed my garden remains.
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