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I’m pretty sure there were tulips in her eyes,
I shouted “Fire! Fire!”,
She took off her sunglasses,
She saw sunrise.
Now I know it, there was a darling rose in her blush,
A honey dew in her stare
But they told me “beware, beware!”
“Have you not been warned of ‘primrose way’?”
Now I felt it, there were dandelions on her lips…
Make a wish, make a wish!
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Thursday 4th August 2016 12:32 pm
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