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thought of lucid dreams with hay
pillow clouds in the sky
a tear falls from the face of a little girl
shades of grey turned to light
　
The little girl speaks," Sugar is sweet so sweet as honey from a bee ."
she dreamed a dream set in a flight to a fancy
remembers holding the hand of her daddy
life is filled with times like these
　
the cool breeze through a Willow tree
love is a circle nestled to her brain
love is a fountain that explodes in extacy
columns of pillars in duration
　
we each can learn from the honey bee
the hay had grown to a fuller stock
pillow clouds lay somber
in it's desolation
　
we can learn to fly
