The little bee that stung me
For why do you do what you do,
My duties are not to harm you
Just as peace can harm us too,
Your life is forever as long as
You keep your distance away from me,
Fly away into another direction
Up towards the heaven of your tree,
The little bee that stung me
How can you live the way you can,
You sacrifice your life
To die in the beauty of this land
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