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Farmer wins a trophy and hands it to you.
The little lemon hides its rind.
Sour person's double mind,
Who won't let go of you.
A troubled team, a little lemon who
Still lives inside of you.
The tree won't bend and make the shade.
Twenty persons' lemonade,
Who want too much from you.
A troubled team of little lemons who
Still live inside of you.
A little sibling makes the choice for two.
Which one was you?
Lemon and little lemon..
Lemon and little lemon,
Growing too low.