You can take all the honey in my day old tea
But one of these days I'll catch you
Wandering around my tupelo tree
The rain will halt our plans to swim
Without the consequence of shivering skin
Growing spotty thanks to the sea's breeze
Not until the sun makes its appearance
Will the water warm like tea in the kettle of
Simmering heat
Gold and yellow bubbles pop in slow motion
They soften as they form into a puddle of syrup
It fills to the tops of our knees
We'll soon recognize eachother as bees
In a pool of tea
And the rain will be the honey that sweetens our needs
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