Met a girl while I went country walking
Her name was Daisy Fields, with clean white smile
Her teeth rounded petals, a real wild child
She grew up on the farm, lay in the sun
Her eyes were orange disks, her skin unspoiled
With tiny hairs so small, almost unseen
Thin as a stalk, dressed in her dress of green
I picked her, kissed her, but she was wilting
So I dropped her and walked many a mile
I forgot her a full year. Now she comes
Back in my dreams, for lost beauty searching
Sharing the earth and enriching its soil
Arms and legs entwined like they've always been
Hidden under the shade of leaves swaying
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