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The smallest part of nothing |
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Won't gleam in the sun |
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The smudge of spent gray ashes |
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To think "I might have done." |
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Busy little bee |
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A dance will make you free |
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Rest yourself on me |
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A sting before you flee |
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And stagger to the earth |
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Living in a safe place |
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Quiet as a mouse |
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They will always find you |
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Crush you like a louse |
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Busy little bee |
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Work will make you free |
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Laugh and dance with glee |
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Laugh again for me |
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What lies within the flower? |
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Your body may betray you |
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Mediate your wants |
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It's really all to simple |
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The ghost "desire" haunts |
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Busy little bee |
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Tend to all you see |
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Your hive up in a tree |
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Reflect and bend a knee |
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And pray the moon, sun and starts grow old. |
