Bees tumbling from the ionosphere,
Wings melted down to our fuzzy sides
Candle remnants hanging off altars
Sacrificed as embers in the sky.
Wings melted down to our fuzzy sides
These little lights of ours shine no more.
Sacrificed like embers in the sky
For the Star whose Shadow yet remains.
These little lights of ours shine no more,
So, we have learned to see with eyes black.
For the Star whose Shadow yet remains
Shined too brightly, and his children are blind
Bees tumbling from the ionosphere.
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