In the hush of the wild, where vinegar sours
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A spoonful of honey calls in the hours
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I ran with bite, my words a sharp knife
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Chasing shadows, fueling strife
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But the sting of the sour just pushed 'em away
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Left me alone with a bitter bouquet
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Flies swarm the sweetness where the sour takes hold
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Vinegar's chill leaves my heart feeling old
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You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar
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Sweet words open doors, let the light wander in
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No more vinegar, no more fight
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Honey's the key to my heart in the light
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I had my run-ins, the vinegar burned
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My words like a storm, a lesson I learned
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But honey's the whisper that pulls 'em your way
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Turns foes into Friends by the end of the day
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Flies shun the sour, the spite they avoid
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They dance to the honey as dusk is deployed
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Fiddle cries low, a soul's ancient sigh
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Strings lift the sky, where old grudges die
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No more vinegar, no more sting
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Honey's the bridge that wild hearts bring
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The flies will follow, the garden will bloom
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In the hush of the wild, our fortress room
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No more vinegar, no more sting
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Honey's the bridge that wild hearts bring
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The flies will follow, the garden will bloom
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In the hush of the wild, our fortress room
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Now I choose sweet, let sour fade fast
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Words like a balm, making bitterness pass
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Flies don't care for vinegar's bite
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They hum to the honey in Baerami's night
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From dusk's quiet hush to the stars up above
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A spoonful of honey, the language of love
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The night wraps soft, but my voice grows bold
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Honey lights paths where the sour grew cold
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Flies gather close, a chorus of peace
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Sour's shadow fades, and the tensions release
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With each sweet note, I claim my domain
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Honey; my strength; wash away my pain
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Sevens roll deep, a rhythm to heal
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Strings weave dreams where my heart finds its seal
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No more the sour, no more the fray
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Honey paves the way for my brighter day
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Flies lift the silence, my night turns to gold
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In the wild's embrace, our story unfolds
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You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar
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Sweet words open doors, let light wander in
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No more vinegar, no more fight
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Honey's the key to my heart in the night
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The past was sour, but the future's sweet
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Honey over vinegar, where wild hearts meet
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You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar
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A spoonful of honey, the flies draw near
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No more vinegar
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No more sting
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Honey's the key
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To my heart
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In the night
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