Lyrics:
a head, delicious and crisp Careful while you eating me, you might slip a disc Flowers of the cross, you'll be tasting divine Brassica, the Celtic word for
Its heave and sigh evolving over time Each moment born out of the last A mise en abyme recursively unfolds Behold brassica oleracea Its growing wild,
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