spin like tiny planes of hurt
crash into me I'll hold you tight
I am what you need
Stick to me sweet sycamore
she that scatters all around
fall to my feet like snow
and coat the ground
Follow me sycamore tree
my nymphet of the earth
follow me to the underworld
I'll teach you how to serve
My luscious sycamore
sing to me your love
chirrup a joyful refrain
spread your arms in the balcony above
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