for being loving eye be I

Little b thy summers play

my thoughtful hand caressingly

Am not I Bee like thee

Or art thou idea in me

For I dance drinking singingly

Could you fine angel brush my wing

For thought life strength in mind

imaginal breathe clay pottery watering way

Then am I a happy virile being

for If I living or If die

for be me loving you little Bee eye

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