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Magical Bee
Up in the trees
That's where I see
A magical bee
Looking at me
It starts to fly
I can't believe my eyes
And to my surprise
I begin to cry
I hold my tears
And contain my fears
For it might not steer
It's way over here
The happiness it bestows
Only I will know
For me it chose
I am the rare rose
A feeling I never knew
But yet it grew, and grew
It must be true
For heaven he carried me to
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