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  • Well beau if you must know
    I have a garden in the south
    The fits they throw I need to go
    And tend to thoughts and quiet mouths
    It's trees used to tower
    But they're growing bitter toward me
    Their leaves are growing sour
    And they don't find me as sweet
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