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I'm tired of this honeycomb 8 layers of ferns and pollen I cannot keep these stings from getting in My lungs are full of honey As long as the nights are silent, And the days are sunny I will always be your worker bee Through the octagonal valley We never flew And we never existed
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
Never Flew
I'm tired of this honeycomb 8 layers of ferns and pollen I cannot keep these stings from getting in My lungs are full of honey As long as the nights are silent, And the days are sunny I will always be your worker bee Through the octagonal valley We never flew And we never existed
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
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