Eve and a Place Called Eden
Oh, my soul is bare,
like a thorn stinging within my chest.
Beauty surrounds me, yet
I cannot draw pleasure from within.
This Eden that surround me, with
It's magnificent beauty evades me.
I cover, in embarrassment,
For Adam did lie beside me.
Holding me captive in his arms
And I willingly complied.
Oh, my sweet Lord,
For our sweet innocence we grieve.
Now from this garden we must leave.
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