Now the Maker shall receive
The woman whom the Lord called Eve.
From out of Eden like a river,
Goodness makes the lovers quiver.

As the day fades into night,
Angelic lovers intertwine.
Hark, a call! They separate:
Cruelty of that snake called Fate.

The iron gates have closed upon
A Paradise that's come and gone...
But through the bars, the sad ones see
The place where Adam once loved Eve.

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