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The money that grows on trees The kids singing happily with the bees All they do with the most of these The bees living in the flowered trees The hive that fell, so did the bees Broke the most of thy fight I got to strike with thy might The life I had is in thy will It’s the void I need to fill Like the flowers for the bees Living in the burning trees The hive that fell, so did the bees The love, the hate, the bliss That’s all I want to miss Bust thy heart, broke thy goal Just get rid of thy soul The stingers singing with the bees Living in the scorched trees The hive that fell, so did the bees The hive that fell, so did the bees Abandon in hell You will be well Abandon your hate Open your gate The gate to rage Abandon the page Abandon the stings of the bees Living in the burn down trees The hive that fell, so did the bees The hive that fell, so did the bees Living in the burnt up scorched trees The hive that fell, so did the bees The hive that fell, so did the bees

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Date: 9/27/2019 2:55:00 AM
The rhyming of this one made a serious subject sing.
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