I talk to the flowers, dream with them,
Think and go
Talking and dreaming,
Living in a world of fairies,
A paradise unimagined,
A world made of light and joy.
I talk to the flowers, live and dream with them,
Thinking and going,
Living and dreaming,
Talking and smiling
With the things made of light and joy.
It is but pure innocence, pure joy which but value I,
Living and dreaming with,
Keeping company with
The things purer,
Tender, innocent and beautiful.
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