We came down from the north, blue hands and a torch. Red wine. Fruit for free. A possibility. We share our mother's health, it is what we've been dealt. What's in it for me? Fine, then I'll agree. Trees there will be, apples fruits maybe. You know what I fear: The end is always near.
Say you like it, say you need it when you don't.
Looking better, shining brighter than you do.