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When the day is blue, I'll sit here wondering about you
and how the pollen fell all around your face in strange yellow patterns.

But, I wasn't prepared for this.

When the morning came the bees flew down and wrapped themselves around me,
And that's when I spoke a word, to have them trace your face for me in pollen.

But, I wasn't prepared for this.

Come back, come back to me, my darling.