Petal Mettle
I wonder, do daises tell?
Among us, who hasn't tried
More than once petals to expel?
Watch whispers of white-hearted hope
From within this circled chain;
Petaled path on which we grope.
Numbers hold this uncertain
Mystery until they're plucked
One by one. Life is taken
From each one because of lore,
To assuage the human heart.
They die to make your love soar!
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