Beneath the warm, sunlit sky
Where painted blossoms gently lie
There wakes a soul of gold and black
With velvet dust upon its back.
A tireless dancer in the breeze
She weaves her magic through the trees
Unsung worker of the spring
With quiet purpose in her wing.
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カバンの中も 机の中も 探したけれど見つからないのに
When I tweeted a song, I received a wonderful video. Please watch it. Cool, good old-fashioned America. The Twist.