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Till the day I die
I’m lonely,
I’m lonely-not.
I can pick the petals of daisies
Till they’re laid to rest before my grave.
And when the people come, who I’ll never see,
They too can begin to pick,
at the daisies that I left behind.
© Norman Oaks
I’m lonely-not.
I can pick the petals of daisies
Till they’re laid to rest before my grave.
And when the people come, who I’ll never see,
They too can begin to pick,
at the daisies that I left behind.
© Norman Oaks
