I'm in a hole over my head.
Being blind I can see with one eye.
Warm oil has covered the moon.
Love has come to the other side.
Honey pours out from the bowl.
This is your nest I am warm.
Bees have wings I sit here at rest in your swing.
There were we look.
Is a tree growing up through a bush.
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