Drench your hands with honey
and look up at the sky because I'm thinking of smiling
not too much, not too much
I can hear the crickets and see the fireflies
I can feel her embrace
I can smell her perfume and taste her lips
It's all okay though, I'm finally done too
The setting sun rests its head on the mountains and I can see it drifting to sleep
His mother watching from afar
Whispering her pride
And the bees just keep on stinging, dying one by one
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