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I am not your farmer The fruits I grow are wild So if you think that you're an angel And your eyes fall on my yield, If you judge it to be short Know my ways are fine and natural I am not a yeoman I look more Like a nomad
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 2:26 AM UTC
The Rainbow Covenant
I am not your farmer The fruits I grow are wild So if you think that you're an angel And your eyes fall on my yield, If you judge it to be short Know my ways are fine and natural I am not a yeoman I look more Like a nomad
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 2:26 AM UTC
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