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Eve

Rating: 2.7

'While I sit at the door
Sick to gaze within
Mine eye weepeth sore
For sorrow and sin:
As a tree my sin stands
To darken all lands;
Death is the fruit it bore.

'How have Eden bowers grown
Without Adam to bend them!

How have Eden flowers blown
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Pietro 6 02 March 2016

......what elegant rhymes

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