The apples in my garden are wiser than you could ever imagine
The apples in my garden have wide eyes to seek the seeker
I take this barley mow
Twine twister grow
Empty vessel by thyself
Be filled with stone, not shell
The apples in my garden are wiser than you could ever imagine
The apples in my garden have wide eyes to seek the seeker
Yield to me by the tree...
I wear my veloutine
And balzarine
Silver kettle on my shelf
Be filled with false morrel
Old cider essence
Blood from my thumb
Now he has come
Love crazy
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