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| The Garden of Eden by Thomas Cole (1828) |
I use to believe in the green of things
That there was a hidden place inside
You allowed only me to enter
I used to pretend we’d discovered
Secret lairs unknown but by us
Sacrosanct even in whispers
I used to imagine our wanderings
Were unknown to all but ourselves
Discovering love for the first time
My mountain has been infested
By daisies you scattered there
I can no longer ramble with you
Like tides like moons we travel on
Only fools scorn the forces of change
Shed tears for the end of perfection
When I’m feeble and crippled perhaps
My heart will grow warm with the thought
That once I was the Eve of you
But that was before
When I believed in green
But that was before
When I believed in green
Before the Garden walls fell
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