White Lights, White Flowers

When I was eight you called me your flower.

I fell in love right then.

Be careful what you tell children

Because they tend not to forget.

I picked you lilies by the water

And sang songs of young lovers who took walks

In the sun and in green meadows.            

When we grew up,

And you were tall

And I wore dresses, white as snow,

We danced one night until the stars went out

And then you didn’t love me anymore. 

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