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the court of the twelve trees
it's all intact
don't try to relax
you know i smoke jacks
maybe, send a fax?
for some sweet relief
i'd rake a leaf
while you leave, i'd stay
then what's there to say?
it was always in the way.
relay it all in rewind
then we're all untied to find
that it was all just in a bind
roll over the orange rind
on my red+yellow mind
but never you mind, that forever i died
i wined and dined ham who was blind
and it was a fine time for a lemon-lime
