Gathering Daisies
I’d go to the field
I’d blow into the horn
Gathering daisies
With smiling faces
Till night becomes dawn
And the day is revealed
I never knew when it was born
Daisies are covered in dew
My feet will be wet
My feet will not sweat
Run silently through
The ripening corn
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