My splintered stoned Medusa Lies in places by the mirror.
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Snakes alive, but I die laughing on a chair.
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I'm juggling apples, I feel the grass grow 'round my feet.
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A perfumed candle plays the breeze that sweeps
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from West to East
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to me, to you.
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Out here...in New Eden.
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We've learned from our mistakes. This time around we'll make things better.
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I won't throw that stone - I'd rather send a letter.
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If it seems we're being asked to leave,
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then I'll take you by the hand
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and together we'll expand
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from West to East.
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From me. From you.
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Out here in our New Eden.
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New Eden
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The Tear Garden |