So very unsound.
It can never flourish
Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a choice
Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.
Fruit tree, fruit tree
No-one knows you but the rain and the air.
Dont you worry
Theyll stand and stare when youre gone."From a song by Nick Drake...Fruit Tree
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