Atop the swell they drift,
Splashing, and laughing of memories past.
Endurance knows no exhaustion.
As time drifts forever,
The monsters play below.
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And how am I supposed to know,
Of just how sweet this fruit should grow?
The very same that takes the lowest
Branch above my head.
The simple fact is, I should not.
For in this field where they be got,
The only thoughts permitted are
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