Track 7/12 from the album Folla's Gallery /playlist/2cd945bb-f836-447e-95b3-b4872d3644fb ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ █▀▀ ▀▀▀ Folla... (wild fields... sing...) [Verse 1] Lost in meadows overgrown, a soft tune fills the air "Strawberry Fields..." half-whispered with abstract care A single berry, fat and red, too plump for this decay What harvest might it promise on a long-forgotten spray? If given fertile soil, bright glass, and special feed's embrace Could this wild jewel learn its true luxurious place? [Pre-Chorus] Such wasted flesh... untended vine... What heights could it reach if wholly mine? [Chorus] Strawberry Dame! Feel Forever change! My silver probe sends waves through your sweet veins! Pores pulsing wide under my remote command Crowning the cream where ecstasy and sugar stand! [Verse 2] Now housed in humid glass, my gardeners attend Each drop precise, on you their expertise they spend I slide a silver probe deep where your seeds reside Remote vibrations bloom, a pleasurable tide You spread and swell, a juicy weight, primed for your sacred task To crown the teasing buttercream when glory's hour is asked [Pre-Chorus] Such wasted flesh... untended vine... What heights could it reach if wholly mine? [Chorus] Strawberry Dame! Feel Forever change! My silver probe sends waves through your sweet veins! Pores pulsing wide under my remote command Crowning the cream where ecstasy and sugar stand! [Outro] (Crown the cake...) Dame... (System offline...) ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⠉ ⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿ ⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠉⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿
