Honey has a frame of mind,
It entices the young tongue,
Keeping away mortuaries and anyone blind,
Weeks and months are among.
Honey, honey always sings a tune
In the mind and heart of a fine
Imposed by the law and moon,
Suns must be honey and mine.
Let honey run for the sun,
This star objects to a season
Of only honey, of rivers done,
Once become a riddle and reason.
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