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Eden is that old-fashioned House
We dwell in every day
Without suspecting our abode
Until we drive away.

How fair on looking back, the Day
We sauntered from the Door—
Unconscious our returning,
But discover it no more.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 2 Dec 2008 9:17 AM | Viewed: 5349 times

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