There are Daisies on the Land of Shinar's gate,
and little girls pick the flower crown,
one by one... does he love me
does he not.
An innocent giggle or
an innocent frown.
When the answer comes
from Daisy crown,
Yes he loves me
No he loves me not.
A little girl stands in the Garden
the answer was not,
so little girl thinks this
is not the plot.
She throws the Disc floret
over her Shoulder.
YES! He does!
So never again will the
answer be No
as there is ONE
Who loved her so!
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