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A Bee Without His Honey
When I find myself without you
a piece of meeez been lost.
A lonely sailor abandoned,
a white-night whale gone soft.
Tossed amongst the maddness,
swindled,
I've been framed.
Lost within the saddness
crinkled,
I've been changed.
Uncuddled for one evening
brings torcher to my skin.
A story blanked of pages
from beginning to the end.
When I find myself without you,
a piece of meeez been lost.
The truth... I swear on death
by the missing heart I've crossed
