They clamber,
The scent getting closer and closer.
But still, she eludes them.
It’s never about
First come first serve.
It’s about the survival of the fittest
Because in the end
Only the strongest shall taste her fruit.
They clamber,
The scent getting closer and closer.
But still, she eludes them.
It’s never about
First come first serve.
It’s about the survival of the fittest
Because in the end
Only the strongest shall taste her fruit.
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