golden sunflowers.
i lie in the sunbathed meadow.
he loves me, he loves me not.
dew like diamonds sparkle on soft petals.
i pluck them slowly.
he loves me, he loves me not.
i smell the earth and the sweet perfume of life in bloom
i close my eyes
and for a minute, he's here.
he loves me, he loves me not...
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