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every fruit that ripens has exactly just 3 parts and as the seeds, the juice, the flesh push down these narrow streets and cars but you know that every other mango is filled with the tiny bits of snow that make up every pretty lady that you know and if they put the milk in here unbearably thin and if they take it out well then you'll sup with the fishermen you've got 3 pairs of the black and an assortment of the rest but that wont put hair upon your chest think a little smaller and these beaches never end the sun is always setting just a little further west follow it along and the story will be told about the girl who chased the light never got old how can time be passing if you never see the moon some people will fool themselves within the pearls of the lagoon but you can't trade jewels for light or kaleidoscopes for sights sometimes closed eyes make the picturesque more bright i wish the cameras of the world would fade to a purple puff of smoke a vacation without a photograph is just an egg without a yoke but the beans grow overnight from the ever present light and the bean can match an egg bite for bite so think a little longer about the crap you chose to grow remember all the mangos with their tiny bits of snow and that lady will be waiting to walk with you hand in hand across the paradise that used to be this land Aus Songtexte Mania