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"A Basket of Bees"
Leaves grow through, watching and waving to you
A basket of bees humming between your knees
The sky dreads blue, and the energy flows in you
(Leaves grow through, watching them weave)
You rise and you shine, and know that she will be mine
(Hang on to your kite)
The old year she turns, the moon has golden egg essence
A barefoot kiss down, freeing flowers from the ground
The priest disapproves, of this girl with the cloven hooves
And mothers will pray that she won't steal their son away
(Hang on to your kite)
She comes here each year, slashing with the sun-shield spear
Here's all the boys, have them throw away their toys
She won't stay for long she sowed the seeds of this year’s song
(Leaves grow through, watching them weave)
No time to play a touch of lights for just this ulstra day
(Hang on to your kite)
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