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Fame is but a fruit tree
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So very unsound.
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It can never flourish
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Till its stalk is in the ground.
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So men of fame
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Can never find a way
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Till time has flown
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Far from their dying day.
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Forgotten while you're here
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Remembered for a while
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A much updated ruin
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From a much outdated style.
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Life is but a memory
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Happened long ago.
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Theatre full of sadness
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For a long forgotten show.
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Seems so easy
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Just to let it go on by
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Till you stop and wonder
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Why you never wondered why.
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Safe in the womb
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Of an everlasting night
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You find the darkness can
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Give the brightest light.
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Safe in your place deep in the earth
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That's when they'll know what you were really worth.
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Forgotten while you're here
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Remembered for a while
|
A much updated ruin
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From a much outdated style.
|
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Fame is but a fruit tree
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So very unsound.
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It can never flourish
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Till its stalk is in the ground.
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So men of fame
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Can never find a way
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Till time has flown
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Far from their dying day.
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Fruit tree, fruit tree
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No-one knows you but the rain and the air.
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Don't you worry
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They'll stand and stare when you're gone.
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Fruit tree, fruit tree
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Open your eyes to another year.
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They'll all know
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That you were here when you're gone.
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Fruit tree
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| Nick Drake |
