She is the flower,
I am the bee.
I drink her nectar,
She sets me free.
I come back for more,
She hums in solitude
Sadder than before,
I wonder what to do.
She is the flower,
I am a thief.
I drink her nectar,
She sets me free.
She sings with pride,
I get what I need.
She's left to die,
While I gladly feed.
She is the flower,
I am her killer.
I drank her nectar,
She sets me free.
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