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The garden of Eden, I was there

I saw that all it is splendor and grace

I declared while I looked at all the art,

that it was not nearly as beautiful as you



I love you truely

Truely, my dear

And when you die, I will bury my heart

In a chest with a jar of tears



A rose for every hour

we spent together

The petals would cover, the seat of the earth

and stand as high as the moon



A dahlia for every heartbeat shared

Pink chiffrons for every laugh abound

And the joy we shared as we dwelt there

Was greater, none other have known



I love you truely,

Truely my dear

And when you die, I will bury my heart

In a chest with a jar of tears



Flowing fields with poppies to mark

The hour we met in the glenn

And so thus sings the shadow lark

We shall blow together in the wind



Daisys dancing for intimacy

And all the cockscomb dance with glee

And the joy we shared as we dwelt there

Was greater none other have known



I love you truely,

Truely my dear

And when you die, I will bury my heart

In a chest with a jar of tears