I softly crept on the wet, wet grass
and plucked a daisy there
Close I drove it, then I throw it
right into the air
Floated down midst its morning dew
falling endless on a clover bed
A patch I picked, one by one
and tossed them each into the sun
Gold on gold, the petals flow
and where they sank my laughter grow
Floated down midst its morning dew
falling endless on a clover bed
A patch I picked, one by one
and tossed them each into the sun
Gold on gold, the petals flow
and where they sank my laughter grow
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