I live on a farm in Hertfordshire England
How do I know when
I hold a daisy
That the petals will say that he loves me?
I will pluck them off in twins and triplets if it
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Standing at the cliff edge,
I must lean against the wind
To test its strength.
Will it hold me?
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I hold in my hand a stone,
That has never been held.
Among a million
I singled it out
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Our tremendous orb turns it face toward the sun
And we bathing in it, shed our clothes,
Plant our toes,
Long hair flows
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