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Let me tell you the story Of a pomegranate flower and a honey bee The honey bee was flying by The bloom had flowered recently It could not resist the pretty orange And it the buzzing bee
She speaks to me in seafoam.  Born beautiful, she kissed my eyelids and gave me her love of everything.  Her fingertips are callused from centuries of knotting heartstrings. 
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