the other day I picked a bunch of flowers
stolen from the garden down the road
I walked with them in sunshine
and I took them in a dream
to a place where she is sleeping
with a vase beside her bed.
the other day I picked a bunch of flowers
and with a smile I thought how she would laugh,
to see me as I snuck them from that garden,
and ran with them, that lonely dreamer's path.
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