I shall lie among the weeds today
And forget the beauty of flowers.
For they are too precious to my eyes
To waste on lonely hours.
If I should know you're somewhere near
I would leave the weeds behind.
And lay in a field of daisies white
And let you fill my mind.
With tender thoughts and melodies
And come alive again, dear one.
And the weeds themselves would be elated
As they praised the flowers and sun.
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