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There was a tree in Edens Garden
her flowers were pure and white.
And every midnight he would come,
as velvety night was his disguise.
His angelic voice would sing a divine melody
luring her slowly into his love grasp.
The locals said when the blaze woke them up,
you could hear the birds chirping.
The untamed flames were licking the night sky
as her untouched flowers turned to red,
For they were making love to the Hades.
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Die Erde ist schön, doch die Welt ist schrecklich.
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Ernst Haas. White Coat Reflection, New York, 1962.
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Photographed by Boris Ovini for commons & Sense
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