Daises, for me.

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If I could only put into words the way my heart stopped
When you jumped into that front seat
Looked at me with mysterious eyes
And handed me a fistful of weeds

Freshly picked wild daises
He loves me not, so bittersweet 
The strongest sentiment not in the flowers 
But in what the flowers meant to me.

◄ I Smiled Tonight

Jack of Hearts ►

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