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Dec 21, 2005 16:20

i love you zao and rest in peace you were my best friend


Oh, 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
Oh, 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 the word
To have them trace your face for me in pollen

But, i wasn't prepared for this
Oh, i wasn't prepared for this

Come, come back to me, my, my darling
Come, come back to me, my, my darling

I wasn't prepared for this
Oh, i wasn't prepared for this

When the day is blue
I'll sit here wondering about you
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