If paradise was still our home
Less noise of nature's revolt
A kind heart in the rib cage
Of man
A world of smiles,
No gun smothers its smoke
In a haven of pure souls
And terror the weeds grow not
In the garden where love blossoms
And paradise the bliss of all
Would we have had the hype
Of technology and its ruinous use
And purify the pure?
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