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Each a tree a of love
Bearing fruit when fed
Each a tree a of love
Feeding on love itself
This love we feed on
Starts within ourselves
This love we feed on
Starts within our soul
And if we are to bear and eat
Of this golden fruit
We must be pure
We must be true
We must be faithful
We must respect all
Love feeding on love
Love feeding on soul
Love feeding on life
And only when nourished
Can we bear this fruit
That produces the seeds
That nourishes all
Love feeding love
Love feeding soul
Love feeding on life
And these seeds of love like all seeds
Die in soils lacking
And grow in fertile soil
I once came upon fertile soil
But the seed was unable to grow
For although I had it
I did not plant it
For I did not realize
That it was love
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