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i am the honeybee

drink the blood of the tree

i can't breathe

i can't see

evil wind comforts me

buried deep inside of me

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buried deep inside of me

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little mite

so much strife

multiplied through a knife

i can't fly

i can't cry

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make me die

buried deep inside of me

buried deep inside of me

buried deep inside of me

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glory darkness

come see

the leaf

nothing

saw smoke

life

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