Ordinary peach
Skies of honey
And the plastic Sun
Its only one use
is in your eyes
Soon we
will be there
But I don't know where
I'm out of me
She cries
behind a purple veil
then she flies
to see the Corporal Snail
I'm out of me
I'm out of me
Now I am the bee
This kind of war
Isn't good for me
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