fervour

Leave it in foliage Bound to its mare Leave it to fervour And all will it's cursed. I don't want an uproar But a piece from the tree. But I'll soon seek soon trace A moons shape Rest on a moor Soon seek Soon trace A moons shape. No sweetness when I bite into the fruit. No sweetness when I bite into the fruit. Soon seek, Soon trace A moons shape Rest on a moor Soon seek Soon trace A man's shape Rest on a moor Soon speak Soon see We'll soon see