Let's get down to the gut of intellectual as technology
The song says you might like to harvest your stone for the fruit you ate but did not swallow
The stone you did not swallow
Chewed around the temperament of regrowth
In fruit oh so lovely
The flesh weak enough to gather
The suspect value
Flavour
Taught by mercenary traders
You grow it
You tend it
You buy its many delights
Find delight
Funding over to over

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