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Good
red sun, red sun over paradise.
golden rays of the glorious sunshine
sending down such a blood-red light
now the animals slowly retreat to the shadows
out of sight
arid winds blow across the mountains
giving flight to the birds of prey
in the distance machines come to transform eden
day by day
only love is with us now, something warm and pure
find the peace within ourselves, no need for a cure
when the wind is slow, and the fire's hot
the vulture waits to see what rots
oh, how pretty, all the scenery
this is nature's sacrifice
when the air blows through with a brisk attack
the reptile tail ripped from it's back
when the sun sets, we will not forget
the red sun over paradise