Stung
by Psychic Monkey ™
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Late spring.
Cool breeze.
Cherry flowers blooming early.

Toads croaking before June
Heart-shaped balloon going to the moon.

Late spring. Cool breeze.

Eleven months before I was here
Stroking your hair
Telling tall tales of our future.

Didn't even think that long ahead
Here we are on the same land.

Late spring. Cool breeze.

You've grown wiser since.
I've grown older since.
And you've grown wiser since.
I've grown older since.

Late spring. Cool breeze.
But I still feel your sting!

No one asked me then
Where I was going!
No one cared
How I was doing!

You saw me fluttering.
You loved my flattery.
You stung me mad.
Didn't hurt me bad.
No, it didn't hurt me so bad!

Late spring. Cool breeze.
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