She loves me she loves me not
the daisy head lays bear
but I'm unsure it's prophecy
as I sit and ponder there
how can a flower know the heart
or feel the pain of ache
and yet I fear it's honesty
as I feel my poor heart break
all day within the meadow sat
one thousand daisies dead
and still my love lies bleeding
because of what they said
she loves me she loves me not
what cannot speak can't lie
and like their petals in the wind
my love as passed me by


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