In the garden of Eden,
Full of bounty.
Evil souls beaten,
Pure souls sent to heavens county
With a good deed,
Like a Canadian Mountie.
Gods seed
Sprouts an endless flower.
The money trees speed,
Only you have the power.
To forgive a sin is irrelevant.
There is no end to our hour.
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