If you make it past the river,

a tree of blossoms stands,

and greets the gentle breezes,

with the waving of its hands.

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It sparkles with the twinkle

of every evening light,

and whispers to the darkness,

the stories of the night.

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The dawning of the daylight,

begets a merry shiver,

and welcomes you to Eden,

if you make it past the river.

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