Come Spring I'll pick
You flowers dear,
As we walk joined
Arm in arm
We’ll stop and rest,
Put up our feet at a
Nearby country farm
We’ll lie in a field,
Watching clouds float by
As we giggle about their
Form, we'll close our
Eyes and feel the sun
Upon our face,
Refreshing, soft and warm
Come Spring I'll pick
You flowers dear,
Some violets and daisies too
I'll gaze at them with
Thoughts of love,
Remembering my
Walk with you
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