She is no gold But fragments of pure honey. The world is her nectar Word her hive. The world licks her off many fingers And swirls her in many tumblers But not many keep up with her complexity. Though everybody loves to taste. ...

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She is no gold But fragments of pure honey. The world is her nectar Word her hive. The world licks her off many fingers And swirls her in many tumblers But not many keep up with her complexity. Though everybody loves to taste. ...