I want to cut that flower
over there
fresh and red and rosy
on the side of the hill
all i have in mind is to bring
it to you
because you are so beautiful
and i love you
on the other hand the fresh and rosy
red flower is more beautiful on its stalk
over there
on the side of the hill
the sun has blessed it with
so much sunshine
i guess it loves it more than i have loved
you
and so
i let the flower be
over there
alive on its stalk
uncut
caressed by the soft hands of
sunshine
this early morning
still fresh, red and rosy
more than loved
by its sun
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