You've understood happiness
so why so much stress
you've whirled and the Sufi wont stay
you've twirled yourself astray
on a little counter breeze
you've spun and sinned
yourself away
you'll have to say Thank you
you'll have to obey and say Please
and just like a little Humble Bee
it all shall return to thee! M
PS: What a Flower means!
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