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if sometimes i hesitate if
always never said all the time
it's not like i don't have enough,
but you know some (flowers)-
they're nice, not once per day, just
when it's right. our love lacks no
flowers, it's a meadow- that's right.
so if i stop if i pause it's to crouch deep
in the shadows where you can't see
(but i'm looking) for my best flower.
i'll spring to meet you there and if
you're there (you will be) my love
is yours. if that can wilt in the
days between us (if it EVER starts
to die) then come to our meadow.
i am full of flowers.
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