a streamline of words not spoken by me
of those i wish i had used
and those i won't refuse
can you see the bees to honey
my yearning heart to be
honey honey can't you see
I'm sorry please come back to me
you're the scent i picked up, and will give chase
like bees to honey, honey can't you see
i'm sorry please come back to me
ny
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