We planted apple treesIn faith, with hope.Now most summers weHave sweet yellow apples, With pink blushes.I peel and cook them so,In winter I will have Summer sunshine warm in a bowl With cinnamon.
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We planted apple treesIn faith, with hope.Now most summers weHave sweet yellow apples, With pink blushes.I peel and cook them so,In winter I will have Summer sunshine warm in a bowl With cinnamon.