By day, I never sing;
But, by night, it turns out I do.
Asleep, I hear a ring;
Awake, I never do.
Dreaming, I feel I sing,
Here lies the clue.
For waking up, I never touch a string
Of a guitar, blue and new.
I never sing;
I am sure I never do.
Sadly, only a few
Believe I never sing.
Only a bee that once flew
Left a tune and a sting
And to figure out the clue,
I reiterate I never sing.
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