with a daisy in my hair
and buttercups in my hands
she entreats me to follow;

into the glass mirror
we go falling up;

and i leave with a ribbon
to tie back my hair
and a crimson thorned rose
in my delicate hand;

"come away with me"
she calls and away--
away we fall;

10/18/2003

Posted on 10/19/2003
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