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i remembered his words, on the boughs
i remembered his words, on the boughs--
warn me not pick down!
His mouth is a devil flower;
i saw the bees fly toward the boughs
and their golden wings come thick
their songs be noisy
their dances became slow and heavy
i remember his words,on the boughs--
allure me pick down
i saw i was in the harsh circle of the bees--
lift me up, in golden lights
i remember his words, on the boughs---
sow my seed
you damsel faith
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