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Daisy
Could you have seen the violets
That blossomed in her eyes,
Could you have kissed that goden hair
And drank her baby sighs,
You would have been her tiring maid
As joyfully as I;
Content to deck your little queen
And let the world go by.
Could you have seen those violets
Hide in their graves of snow,
Drawn all that gold along your hand
While she lay, smiling so,
You would tread this weary earth
As heavily as I;
Content to clasp her little grave
And let the world go by.
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