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• Artiste: Brodka
• Titre: Fruits
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I rumbled through the wild Just hunting for a treat Love hit me like a stone A sacred smell of spring And as the days grew long I couldn't quite believe How faithfully you tried To plant the poisoned seed Cause you're giving me the best that I know Standing at the door You're giving me the best of me I'm blinded by the dream My eyes were ripened fruits You spit and bite again And though you're good for now The aftertaste will end But I am yours to prune When summer wears away Just hold me by the root And never go astray Cause you're giving me the best that I know Standing at the door You're giving me the best of me I'm blinded by the dream