little yellow daisies,
standing tall in a vase.
a light for a shadowed room,
made me feel amazed.
when the sun was to shine,
upon the petals so bright.
and the moons gentle beam,
made such a beautiful sight.
but then as the days
crept ever so close,
that the daises we replaced,
but a dozen of rose.
little red roses,
stand tall in a vase.
widely unknown,
of when they'll be replaced.
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