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Eden returned Take a trip with me and I’ll sing you a song It’s just off the highway On a hidden path….There just beside. Perhaps you didn’t notice it, But now that I’ve pointed out its beginning, Come and see with me. Wait, your shoes. You cannot feel the earth with those on. There. Now the tie. You cannot wear a tie, you have no shoes on! Don’t be afraid, I wont hurt you. One thing more, turn off that radio; I hate to sing in competition, Well now… The trail…. Over here I believe. You lead the way. Oh come now… Of course you know it, You’ve been here before. Of course it’s a little overgrown now, But you do know the way. I’m glad you let me share it with you. That’s right, you’re doing better now. That tree has grown a bit, but the apples are still very good. Honestly, I’ve never understood why you left But, I suppose you had your reasons. It’s so lovely here and peaceful. Let’s sit here a while… You promised me a song, Or was it I who promised you? Well, it doesn’t matter. We both know it…Lets take turns
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Eden Returned
Eden returned Take a trip with me and I’ll sing you a song It’s just off the highway On a hidden path….There just beside. Perhaps you didn’t notice it, But now that I’ve pointed out its beginning, Come and see with me. Wait, your shoes. You cannot feel the earth with those on. There. Now the tie. You cannot wear a tie, you have no shoes on! Don’t be afraid, I wont hurt you. One thing more, turn off that radio; I hate to sing in competition, Well now… The trail…. Over here I believe. You lead the way. Oh come now… Of course you know it, You’ve been here before. Of course it’s a little overgrown now, But you do know the way. I’m glad you let me share it with you. That’s right, you’re doing better now. That tree has grown a bit, but the apples are still very good. Honestly, I’ve never understood why you left But, I suppose you had your reasons. It’s so lovely here and peaceful. Let’s sit here a while… You promised me a song, Or was it I who promised you? Well, it doesn’t matter. We both know it…Lets take turns
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
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