Come play with me
In amongst my sister's trees
With daisies in my hair,
The only clothing that I wear,
I'll make a chain for you my dear
Of daisies, ivy and sweet pea
Won't you run with me
Before I change my mind?
Caprice is my kind
Of fun. Our time's
Short but sweet right here
Come with me dear
As we brush through braken
Spend a while in
My mystical world and
Come and play with me
Amongst the willow trees.
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