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Oh, tell me my only son Oh, tell me please what you've done And why you run away from me And why you hide beneath a tree Shed your flesh while I was gone What you once were I held in palm But how did all this come to be When you and him and her make three How did all this come to be When you and him and her make three So bear your teeth and raise your glass What you once were is now evolved Son my lovely tapped tree Well, you and him and her make three Oh, you and him and her make three x6