And lily I did know..
and trees in thought...
grow very deep..
and live...
within the forest...
.......
And green...
the hay is sweet...
and brown...
dry moss cries...
try.
....
And lilies white...
remind the sky...
blue cotton.....
clouds they swirl..
....
There grew the two..
so dear...
most thought...
....
Short of breath..
two centered..
scents....
...
And how....
before...
them both..
I stood...
..........
Came near...
their hearts
to far...
...
And when..
I know....
how..
roses grow...
and pressed...
to hard..
was I..
.....
And cups..
of milk...
I loaned to..
them....
cinnamon..
and spice...
....
Sugar sweets....
they made...
from them...
and....
now to know..
both why.....
......
While..
lilly bridged..
sweet roses..
bank..and..
water rushes...
by..
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