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I've got scuttle feet

Like a little bee

Who dances in the wind

Underneath a shady oak tree

The air has the smell of life

In this wonderful little dream

Yet

I live to forget

A life of regret

Full of missing pieces

And wanted memories.

I hope to turn into a bee

Who dances under an oak tree

While the wind softly blows

Reminding me I am free