drunk, the honey. ..war.pulled The grass in yearning tarnished Sun. for you to bring THE Olympic rings. The flower of love. Wreaths OF crisp blue ribbons.honey purification of MY tongue . until I breath again. . Peace with your country's help. Oh ... compared TO cold rocky rivers Oh my honey in MY house is good To drink a six pack and imagine u in MY heart Oh ..peasant OLD maid. .. I bow at the command of your coats Oh. .. when I reach the highest hills journey TO o .. I'll ask THE JEAN as for MUCH as u can. ..