An evening fog has rolled in
from across the shore,
and a little bird - hidden in the treetops -
sings a salient song.
The wind blows
across the leaf-swept valley.
Just as Eden fell to sin,
much to yours and my chagrin,
just as the good Lord knows,
even this little piece of heaven
will turn to hell,
before long.
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