Queen Of The Meadow
I think the leaves have chosen, my brave friend.
They patch the old roof with their berry blue.
I taste our epitaph in chimney smoke.
Queen of the meadow, where has August gone?
Queen Of The Meadow is a wildflower that comes and goes with August.
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