Daisy Mae is walking by the scented jade meadow,
of warm butterscotch days and mulberry sundown,
And in the green trees, lingers a murder of crows,
Lying in wait for raven night, when luster abounds!
Vast skies are teal, and a whisper's on the breeze.
She is lost in the moment, as the sunshine pours,
And scarlet and purple birds sing in different keys,
As meadow and moor, thrum in vibrant discourse.
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