One of my
nicest friends found his way home. Venus put on her best dress and dipped closer to sing with Mars, but Mars hasn't got a voice today.
We'll go 'round and 'round, coming and going and always missing the ones we want to see.
I ask every night for someone nice. Bits of the world fall in, but not the right bits. I don't like them--
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May my daisies visit you? They've gone brown.
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Once the sun goes to sleep, I'll bring them.
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