You wear a flower,
Woven in your hair.
You pluck it with thought,
And take a lot of care.
That flower is you,
Beautiful and bright.
It's amazing really-
Nothing prettier in sight.
The flower can be blue,
Or red. Or pink.
It can even be purple,
Yellow, I think.
But it's not the flower,
That makes you.
It's the fact that I know,
I know you're true.
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Weave a web of wishes Look to all the trees What web would you choose For your thoughts to be free.
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