The fallen fruits from all my labourComing over meTo form a noxious sceneBeneath the lemontreesIt tastes bitter sweetBeneath the lemon treesWhilst lying underneathBeneath the lemon treesBeneath the lemons treesOur lives bittersweetWe share our nations consciousnessAnd just drown our folks to sleepBeneath the lemontreesWe’re swirling out of reachThe bitterness is sweetUntil I’m underneath
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