Little Fish
Anonymous
The seas I see are far from me,
Yet the bees that be are near to me.
Far across the iridescent hills,
A lonely song of sorrow chills,
It's origin a mystery
It's story a sad history.
So serene is this scenery seen,
Her cattle captives vision so keen.
Lured to her like a sirens dish,
Oh your song is sweet yet so sad little fish.
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