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OUR LOST HOME
I was raised in a garden,
This world is not mine:
Not by any means,
Or definition of the word.
I long to return to,
My true abode of peace:
The garden of delight,
Defined as Eden.
He who cast me down,
Wants me to come back,
He loves me so much,
For me... He made Eden.
Adam and Eve's children,
All of us are,
Let us turn our attention,
To our lost home: Eden.
This world is temporary,
Temporal are its joys,
The evil leads to Hell,
Not to our home -- Eden.
