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I'm a mad honey-bee

As I'm a mad honey-bee, so don't ask me my identity
My history is nameless, my whereabouts are unknown
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As I'm a mad honey-bee, so don't ask me my identity
 
Flower after flower, I fly around daily, with a gaze of affection
I go and kiss this honey filled agglomeration of flowers
I search around for a new nest, I've forgotten my old nest
 
Nobody is really able to hold me with their beauty
I sneak around in the dreams and return at the end of the night
All that flows around in my mind are memories, nobody is able to catch me
As I'm a mad honey-bee, so don't ask me my identity
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