In ragged clothes they walked the land,
Hand in hand along the road.
And through the dirt and grime
A melancholy beauty flowed
Many years they´d walked the roads
In search of precious things now lost.
For once in beauteous lands they dwelt
Forsaken now at such great cost.
As they walked by sadness overcame the land
And wars and famines followed on.
Please what is your name before you leave?
The man he stopped, and turning around
Replied with softness in his voice Do you not know
For I am Adam and my wife is Eve
THE WALKERS.
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