Petite Fleur, where are you tonight Flows your hair still to your waist And around that face of light Petite Fleur, how I miss your delight The breathless surprise as with eyes open bright The gentle concern. the furious spite These the fragments of life, my right Petite Fleur, for this you shall live Forever in my heart and inside my head, tonight For these moments that cling These mem'ries that lie Dormant till needed, there till i die, I die Petite Fleur, and now I must go For my destiny is done And my life will wait no more, no more Words to eponymous number of Sydney Bechet. For daughter Kayte (aka 'Flower') Respect Mr. Bechet. Hope you don't mind. R.I.P.
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