Me a Bee Once
me known kinds
the sorrows of how ,
and the me grown ,
finds
the arrows of die .
me gotten and may a bee for
gotten ,
the glotten and the why
of course ,
gloomed where the feelings felt
are,
and the almighty looked
a being liver ,
and the sanity upon once had I
compassed my the had
is a killing dance .
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