Bee
The scent of a bouquet of flowers
When the wind whispers through your hair
The scent of a forest full of early spring blossom
When the wind curves around your neck
The scent of your sweetest soft and warm honey lips
Each time you breathe
Oh God, I would wish for nothing more than to be a bee
When the wind whispers through your hair
The scent of a forest full of early spring blossom
When the wind curves around your neck
The scent of your sweetest soft and warm honey lips
Each time you breathe
Oh God, I would wish for nothing more than to be a bee
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