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Plucking apples from a tree And roses from the ground I am up in the air Never to come down You are the part of me I lacked The mother I never knew The love I never had I came up on the streets Always doing bad But what I leave behind Are memories to sell You singing me to sleep Always doing well We won't meet again In this life or anymore I'm too far out at sea And you're on the shore Good night, my love, good night Mind the way you go Going home tonight You'll be alone I've taken flight Plucking apples from a tree And roses from the ground I'm high up in the air And never coming down From Letras Mania