Hush, don't point me
to the blossom
I would rather drown
in the fragrance alone
to the blossom
I would rather drown
in the fragrance alone
Forget the sweetness
Of the nector
I would rather be dizzy
On the buzz
Of the maddened bees
Of the nector
I would rather be dizzy
On the buzz
Of the maddened bees
Its never the sound
of approaching footsteps
The sky tries in vain
to paint a face
I tremble yet again
only to hear my own heart race
Till all the rest
Fall silent.
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