Well you said that you were with me in the garden
And you said that you would be with me in the end
Well its more than schaden freuden
If I say now farewell my friend
You know that I've always thought you were peculiar
Like an a letter I cannot send
The writings done, the message has hardened
But For me this is the end my friend
We each have our stepping stones to follow
Through the garden of this paradise
You are lucky if they are large enough to land on
And luckier still if you don't fall off them
Over the side
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