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old man sits in an apricot treehe sees i and i sees heold man sweet as the fruit he's pickingknow the rythm of natures tickinggives a smile of tooth and metalwinks an eye like a falling petalface a furrowed feald of lifetracks the tears of a living knifehe i lovehe i knowseasons comeso fruitman gothrough the crowd i enter insee the head of virgin skinfrail the old mans hand i takepeace be with you sunday shakesweet old man he turns to metries to tell me what's to behe don't say no words at alltears from him like fruit do fallhe i lovehe i knowsee sons that comeso fruitman go
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