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I am the honeybee Drink the blood of the tree I can't breathe, I can't see Evil wind comforts me Buried deep inside of me Acarine Buried deep inside of me Acarine Little mite, so much strife Multiplied through a knife I can't fly, I can't cry Acarine, make me die Buried deep inside of me Buried deep inside of me Buried deep inside of me Acarine Acarine Acarine Glory darkness, come see The leaf, nothing Saw smoke, life Acarine Acarine Acarine Acarine From Letras Mania