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Droves of growers rolling by
In the trees and way below
Simple factors foiling time
Never did we seem to know
She was high and I was low
Sitting in our bungalow
Eating something wonderful
Never ever getting full
Nests of crows are h*arding coins
In the competition zone
Hush now seedling, don't you cry
Maybe I'll be coming home quite soon for you
Quite sinful you...