Flowers Die
Roses that are red are sure to go
Violets that are blue are close to my soul
the garden is empty
the serpent is alone
dancing to a sad tune
Adam is awake
Eve has betrayed her man
the Garden of Bliss has lost it's God
death is upon man's head
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