In the end we're given a garden
And told to start again
Coming at it from the other side
Of the lit air and rain
Blue and yellow bearing green
The true color of the soul
Settling over the earth
The falling dew of stars
Where we're told to wash our feet
And given hoes and rakes
And the few handfuls of seeds
We've saved from perishing
And told to get to work
The fields await your ravishing
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