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END OF EDEN

END OF EDEN

A herd of clouds crossed the blue,

as horses down shady fields,

the road spreads wooden shields,

against the wind bashing through.

And yet a gloom chapel stands,

above the lamb and the sinner,

the river wears a deadly shiver,

dragging a corpse from the barn.

She was a long gone sweetheart,

forced by the toll of wedding bells,

killed by his own blood\'s gun,

and yet same old train and a crowd,

crawled into tightening hell,

that day he came back in town.