old man sits in an apricot tree he sees i and i sees he old man sweet as the fruit he`s picking know the rythm of natures ticking gives a smile of tooth and metal winks an eye like a falling petal face a furrowed feald of life tracks the tears of a living knife he i love he i know seasons come so fruitman go through the crowd i enter in see the head of virgin skin frail the old mans hand i take peace be with you sunday shake sweet old man he turns to me tries to tell me what`s to be he don`t say no words at all tears from him like fruit do fall he i love he i know see sons that come so fruitman go
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