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A Daisy In My Hand
A vanish, of you, your hope, my want
Oh, daisy in my hand
As your pedals breeze away
Being picked up by the wind
4 weeks without you
Oh, daisy of my deja vu
Daisy of my rarest garden
I hold thee to my life
To my poetry in and out
Forth the sand we walk
Forth your cheek I kiss thy skin
Kiss thy stubbourn lips
Intent on the target forth
Like a fixate dart, looking forward
Looking into the needle in the eye
The eye of the target
Oh, daisy mine, I still cry when I draw your face
I still know every part of you
So precious and mine
