Pretty little camomile,
In the green field you grow.
I like very much you sunny smile,
Don't you know?
Oh don't be afraid of me
When to the field I go.
I want you to be happy and free,
Don't you know?
I will not ever pick you up,
So grow happy and free,
Drink rains and listen to the wind's sweet harp...
Do not be afraid of me!
Camomile
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