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Let the aroma, the sweet intoxication, of the lilies take you away. Their white petals, beckoning, follow them
Dear Lily, Oh Lily, if only I knew, you gave me no clueHow you felt every day and nightOh how you lived without the lightevery morning, cutting yourself too deepevery night, crying yourself to sleepyou seemed so happy just yesterdaywho knew you fe
The lily is the flower for a home. But Californian poppies make me feel so home sick Roses make me angry, and any flower from Britain Is a flower for a whore. But lilies
I love you like I love air. Sometimes I don't think about it. But I find you there at moments I need you most. When im gasping clasping at my throat for sorrows mote that drowns my soul,
There’s a Lily slowly growing, At first she didn’t know what she was... She thought she was born to be a Rose. The Lily was wrong, She was always told, that she was a Rose...,
When she asked me what love meant I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and cried suddenly. The memories were stinging and burning and itching and searing and lightly seasoned with salt and vinegar.
The clock ticks seconds away A sudden ring - Children scramble for the door, But not Lily. I wave goodbye to the others, All the while pondering the lessons to come. Will they improve?
Sweetheart, I will. I've done this before. Gone through this before. I can pretty much guess the outcome. You've seen me before. Loved me before. Rock my heart again. Spoken like a true friend.