First the angels made a garden,
And they named it Paradise.
Warmed it with the sunshine,
From a pair of lover's eyes.
Then they made the ocean,
And the sun to shine by day.
Stars to guide a wanderer's feet,
Upon their homeward way.
Then they made a tender rose,
The flower of constancy.
Placed a lily by its side,
To teach us purity.
Then to make my life complete,
For all the rest shall fade.
Heaven sent me your love,
And that's how the world was made.
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