He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
My favorite flower, I'm sure we all must have one Grows wild in fields beneath the sun Symbolizes innocence and youth Colors of white and yellow shining truth Many an hour I would bear Making chains around my neck I would wear The nicest place on the side of a hill Water below the quaking of ducks I hear them still Lying back with my friends getting lazy Amongst my favorite flower the daisy.
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