| She makes me crazy, like flowers
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| Make me crazy, my marigold
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| Like a fist full of daisies
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| Or a pocket full of posies, or marigolds
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| Colors all collide now in meadows
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| And in daydreams of golden hue
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| Crying yellow, raining green
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| And singing blue
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| Rain and sun for everyone
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| I finally know that she’s the one, as sure as gold
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| Floating worlds, collapsing dreams
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| Of marigolds
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| Colors all collide now in meadows
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| And in daydreams of golden hue
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| Forget-me-nots that horses trot
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| And trample down
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| My only love, she cried afar
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| Was marigolds
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| Rain and sun for everyone
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| I finally know that she’s the one, as sure as gold
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| My only love, she cried afar
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| Was marigolds
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| Was marigolds
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| Rhymes for poets
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| And melodies
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| For one like me |