Please grant me passage to return
To where I've never been or seen
To streams of water and a tree
Within your garden green
I will never eat therefrom
Nor covet that which is not mine
Accept an orphan in your home
Of happiness sublime
I am weary of this place
I long for one I've never known
As grey days and years have passed
Homesickness has grown
Now I stand and cry without
And beg the cherub 'still the blade'
Let me return and live within
The garden you once made
"Soon you sleep my precious son
Soon the pain will pass
Soon when all is overcome
You will wake at last
Then you will wake and find yourself
Where you have never been or seen
By streams of water and the trees
In my garden green"
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