[00:01.85]These berries are eyes
[00:07.20]Your eyes, my eyes
[00:16.29]Birds turn their necks
[00:22.63]Stare at them, long for them
[00:29.52]For the neck is a fruit
[00:34.84]Your neck, my neck
[00:43.47]These fruits turn their youth
[00:48.83]And they're scratching without hands
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