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Oh, tell me my only son

Oh, tell me please what you've done

And why you run away from me

And why you hide beneath a treeShed your flesh while I was gone

What you once were I held in palm

But how did all this come to be

When you and him and her make three

How did all this come to be

When you and him and her make three

So bear your teeth and raise your glass

What you once were is now evolved

Son my lovely tapped tree

Well, you and him and her make three

Oh, you and him and her make three x6

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