When it’s time bury me here
Under a Morten Bay Fig that’s
Built like a Mack Truck
With a solid beating heart
And I’ll hug it’s grounded soul
When it’s time bury me here
Under a Morten Bay Fig that’s
Built like a Mack Truck
With a solid beating heart
And I’ll hug it’s grounded soul
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