Daisies
When I see daisies , Memories I recall of a game I learned when I was oh so small.
Plucking each petal one at a time. He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me.. I sang every line
Happy, carefree in the midday sun, I felt engulfed in a world of joyous love, Falling asleep when the day is done.
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