| Don't give me purchased flowers,
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| Gather me a bouquet of the field,
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| For me to believe, for you to feel -
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| These are our flowers, only our flowers.
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| You go to the untrodden meadow,
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| Spare neither your back nor your arms,
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| For me to believe, for you to feel -
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| These are our flowers, only our flowers.
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| The sky is overgrown with cornflowers,
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| And daisies from the sun and snow,
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| wild flowers, wild flowers
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| Unpretentious, not capricious.
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| The sky is overgrown with cornflowers,
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| And daisies from the sun and snow,
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| Wildflowers Wildflowers
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| Like simple dreams.
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| Don't give me purchased flowers,
|
| Gather me a bouquet of the field,
|
| For me to believe, for you to feel -
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| These are our flowers, only our flowers.
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| And there is no sweeter gift for me,
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| Than such a, albeit modest, bouquet,
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| For me to believe, for you to feel -
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| These are our flowers, only our flowers.
|
| The sky is overgrown with cornflowers,
|
| And daisies from the sun and snow,
|
| wild flowers, wild flowers
|
| Unpretentious, not capricious.
|
| The sky is overgrown with cornflowers,
|
| And daisies from the sun and snow,
|
| Wildflowers Wildflowers
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| Like simple dreams. |