Like a heedless scavenger
In a field of lavender
Come link up to my daisy-chain
There will be no more crying
As we launch dandelions
Beneath the surrendering rain
We will chuckle with foxglove
As honeysuckles spawn love
Among the brawny sunflower
Summer breeze will be the pilot
With our garlands of violet
Clasping fingers dell and bower.
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