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Eve I can't believe that you could mean what you just said, Think of what you are, how very far you are from being real, Look into the mirror--nothing there to see, Eve I can't believe you'd really leave him. Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she's become, Just once I'd like to see her happy, before the winter comes. Eve I wouldn't lie, the open sky is not your home, Wide as it may be, reality is here among the stones, Thorns among the roses add to what is real, Eve you are a rose among the thorns here. Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she's become, Just once I'd like to see her happy, before the winter comes. I wish her only good times, before the winter comes.
