Updated May 6, 2020 |
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With a Flower
With a Flower
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too —
And angels know the rest.
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too —
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
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