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I'm so full of shit
Song
1. I am so full of joy,
Like the apple tree in Sóvár.
Two, three, it bears fruit,
Yet its branch bends.
2. The girl in the army is like a rose in a small garden.
It rains, it grows,
When the wind blows, it sways.
Like the apple tree in Sóvár.
Two, three, it bears fruit,
Yet its branch bends.
2. The girl in the army is like a rose in a small garden.
It rains, it grows,
When the wind blows, it sways.