sweet apple, tasty
I remember picking
from orchard; pay
now I go to grocery
so as you, everybody
life changing fast
end of year in few
I make my false wish
I still be working
it's good to be busy
with my mind, my body
yes, I am worried about
long weekend, what should
after playing on Saturday
I could visit my friends
they ain't home, out of town
but you never left me alone
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