A drop of honey mixed in dew...
my mornings many a few,
A hint of mint in my dreams,
as light & frothy my coffee could be,
so strange and stringent in my path,
I dunno how long I would last,
I try to begin a new step,
but lie down in my bed instead,
that is how i could be
lovely spirited and free.
a speck of gold in my eye
a million fireflies guiding me by
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