Hello, love, look up darling and shine
I am taking your portrait to hang on the wall
You know, the large white place that
lingers between the couch and the sky
Swallow up everything hideous and smile
You will look tired again in this photograph
as you always do, your hair will be swept up
You will know how to tilt your head
in that very angle, so that you look alright
Amongst the sunny wind and windy sky
In front of the haze-covered mountains
By the whistling black stream, framed
by gargantuan towering yellow flowers
you will just smile and toss your head
The flowers don't bite but the camera does
For the innocent will never last
unless they are bent on eating sunflowers
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