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Description
When dawn turns silvery gray,
Would Eden like to stay that way?
Should leaves fall from trees,
When the river that runs is green?
Nature's first bloom is gold,
And that hue may be hard to hold
But when you're making many mistakes
It's hard to say that all that glitters
Will forever stay.

Description
When dawn turns silvery gray,
Would Eden like to stay that way?
Should leaves fall from trees,
When the river that runs is green?
Nature's first bloom is gold,
And that hue may be hard to hold
But when you're making many mistakes
It's hard to say that all that glitters
Will forever stay.