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COME, PICK ME WILDFLOWERS |
Come, pick me wildflowers
Sunflowers and violets that I will keep
Taken from the gardens of angel growers
Where the sunshine used to live
Tie them with ribbons gay
Blues, yellows and bright reds
Bob them with bells in every way
Transient laughter in silken threads
Fill each petal with faerie dust
And smother me with wild perfume
Perhaps it may not last
But let them wither not so soon
The meadows are filled with wildflowers
Come pick them all for me
I will keep them in stone and iron towers
And sing remembered lullabies happily
And when SummerTime ends with quiet grief
Autumn will come to seal my door
She will kiss my flowers to sleep
And soon I shall see them no more
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| 29th January 2000 | | |
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