Community Garden

Community Garden
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Music for falling. A garden under clouds that have given up. Now all they can do is cry on our shoulders. The deluge of an endless season. The ruins of eden. The gods of failure. Was the real name of heaven, Nothing? We are the last generation. The outcast angels. We got high on fantasies of hell. Now we have to live through all of it again. Sometimes we still dream of a home at the end of everything. But nothing ever ends if nothing ever dies.