Tucson symphony
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When the honeybee
I believe it's sweet
When the honeybee
pulls away the famous circus at night
When it destroys us,
the cry is laughing
And from a distance our end is approaching
When we are here,
the solo always has a cry
When we are here,
I live very alone, so believe me
When we are here,
my solo is walking,
your black one
When we are here,
and the rain is coming down When your hands are cold,
you have love
I will stay a star like a clown,
a little sad over the water
I will steal the famous circus,
and so sadness over the water
When the wind destroys us, the cry is laughing
And from a distance our end is approaching
When we are here,
my solo has a cry
