From Latin for laurel, lauris, is Laura,
but there are hints of an ear and dawn,
of gold and especially breeze:
auris et aurora, aurum et aura.
From the last of these
you might hear a whisper,
'You can call me Dawn, okay,
but as it's never as nice as dawn,
never call me Day
'and unless you're absolutely crazy,
never ever ever call me Daisy.'
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