In love

By knowledge and by labour we
see to it fruit is coming free.
Of leaves and fruit the fruit is first.
We focus on the proper burst.

She is a fruit tree, he her son.
They both will prosper in the sun.
And those are lovely, those are fine,
who want the sap to turn to wine.

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