Harvest

In this garden of decadence a world fighting to survive
In this garden of solitude the birds have stopped singing
No sense of time no days no nights no morning
No sense of time no days no nights no morning

The time has come for the harvest
The fruits are ready, long awaited harvest

In this garden of decadence arrogant trees swinging their branches
Dancing trees lustfully calling to us
Photosynthesis the roots have reached the core
Organic matter, organic water

The time has come for the harvest
The fruits are ready, long awaited harvest
The time has come for the harvest
The fruits are ready, long awaited harvest
The time has come for the harvest
The fruits are ready, long awaited harvest
The time has come for the harvest
The fruits are ready, long awaited harvest

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