"LITTLE daisy, daisy fair,
May I while with thee?
May I breathe the morning air,
May I join in Nature's prayer
In the dews with thee?
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May I kiss thy heart of gold,
And my tale of love unfold?
For thou art so pure and white,
So lily-white and pure,
In the glow of morning light
Bewitchingly demure."
But the daisy shook her head.
"While not here with me,
Tell me not of love," she said;
"Go back to thy love instead,
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