I will wait
Under the almond tree
For my friend
He will come
His two hands
Clenching on two things.
He may hold bones or flesh
And If he gives me flesh
I shall eat and soon
Forget that I was given something to eat
If he gives me bones
I shall never forget
That I was given nothing to eat
Still If he gives me nothing at all
I shall pluck the almond fruits
Go home and show
That I waited for him.
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