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The night before. The sun gone down.

Her heartbeat felt, the world around.

I cried for her in my own way,

I wondered what I had to pay.

To lead her from the lions den,

To be her happy healthy friend.

Her magic plenty more must see,

To teach the world its history.

I know you don't care that I do,

But Eve, sweet Eve, I care for you...