walking with wild flower
for my lovers scent I bring
by the thousands while I sing
she loves me she loves me not
leaving petals in my wake;
I love her and not long I must take,
for she the sweetest of them all
she'll have wild flowers on her wall.
walking with wild flowers
for my lovers lips I will
by the thousand I must frill
she loves me she loves me not
leaving petals in my wake;
I love her and I love her more
I bring her flowers never like before.
when I arrive I am on time
with wild flowers on my mind
she takes them blushing as she begot
a thousand times forget me not.
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