I have buried
Deep within me
An apple's corpse
To make a tree
Then when it grows
Out from my core
I'll take it's fruit
To make some more
As time goes by
I'll have an orchard
And don't care if
My body's tortured
For I have buried
Deep within me
An apple's corpse
To make a tree
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