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Apple Tree
I curse love not to find me;
A fertile fruit-tree fair.
Branches bent beneath fruit,
Lost in deep despair.
For my fruit remains untouched,
My bounty- to the ground.
Where it lay to rot beneath the sun,
Never to be found.
A hen no eggs to’ve lain,
A curse to farmer be.
So I to the world;
Nothing to leave of me.
For never was I found
By c***, by man, by seller-of-fruit.
Merely burden. By men made barren.
A maid am I.
A maid to be, remaining forever.
Maid to death am I.
So curse I love, who in his cruelty
pass me by.
So curse I love,
Abandoned to death.
So curse I love,
A lonely tree.
So curse I love,
Forever more.
So curse I love,
A maid to be.
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