Popsicle Faery's iced to the bone,
with thoughts of herself wandering alone
Popsicle Faery's weary as can be
from listening to that buzzing bee
Popsicle Faery's empty heart still beats
due to the piano tunes heard from head to feet
Popsicle Faery gives away her wings
to the known stranger who sings
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