Return To Eden
Where a flower grows,
falls a gentle rain, to ease...
all the peoples' pain!
Why the cold wind blows,
has become our shame, 'till love...
restores our good name!
Then when comes the snows,
and the fires wane, we'll ride...
with handfuls' of mane!
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