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The garden, aye! the garden of Eden—
But an orchard too—the way we're readin'
About yandhar fruit, and the ter'ble desi'ble
For food and that, but scandlus li'ble
To die if you eat. But the Ballaquine
Had a orchard—aw dear! but—never mind!
There's no doubt but God Himself might ha' walked
In yandhar place, and heard what was talked.
But an orchard too—the way we're readin'
About yandhar fruit, and the ter'ble desi'ble
For food and that, but scandlus li'ble
To die if you eat. But the Ballaquine
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There's no doubt but God Himself might ha' walked
In yandhar place, and heard what was talked.
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