New Eden by Tear Garden
My splintered stoned Medusa Lies in places by the mirror.
Snakes alive, but I die laughing on a chair.
I'm juggling apples, I feel the grass grow 'round my feet.
A perfumed candle plays the breeze that sweeps
from West to East
to me, to you.
Out here... in New Eden.
We've learned from our mistakes.
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