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The old churchyard is where |
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I fadedShe watched me while, |
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I fell unaided |
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And in my time when god's army came and got me |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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Cherry brown, lips of maple |
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Olive creams, her eyes and face were |
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And in that town as |
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I walk as a deserter |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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Dance for |
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God, dance for mating |
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The ritual of her figure eighting |
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And in my mind as |
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I fly above the churchyard |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
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I could not find my honeycomb |
