Lovers each and one
slim hipped buccaneers
they wander in the field
I watch them thread the grass
some with a hard, almost cruel gait
others sweetly like nightingales
but they don't sing, they hum like bees
searching for the honey pot
- yes they do
Ah, these lovers come wandering
kling-klang it goes when they walk
Are they troubadors? Is this their music?
Should I applaud and yell "Da Capo"?
Might be needed if they are artists
I watch them in the fields -
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