The sudden death of Paradise,
Mused the devil, in disguise,
Is going according to plan,
Separating God from Man.
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Time came and left its mark
on body, but what a lark,
I feel as young as when born
with the bubbles fore-gone.
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I skipped on the water
tumbled on a bubble of air,
Swung from a rainbow
fell down the stairs;
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Sometime or other,
Sooner or later,
Whether we choose to forget,
Or choose to remember;
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It matters to me why
the sky is not blue today;
It matters to me why
my wine lose its bouquet.
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The Angels are calling,
Peace is on the loose,
The warriors are sharpening,
The edges of their books.
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Round and about, other things exist,
Inside and within, a Secret sleeps,
Of a life by itself, by itself,
A life unique;
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It's the night before
Christmas,
all is quiet and still,
a knock on my door
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