Lets pluck that tree
That cherry tree
That apple tree
The many aray of branches, the many oportunities
To follow natures rules and obtain the treasure
To abide by her
That branch goes to that frui, tha one goes to that, that is the best branch it goes to paradise
To aid our dreams light as clouds
Before the party is over
Or cinderela has to go home
The strage music
Lets watch the flowers grow, till they wither
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