I'd choose to be a daisy, if I might be a flower,
Closing my petals softly at twilight's quiet hours;
In the language of flowers, the daisy means innocence.
And walking in the morning when falls the early dew,
To welcome Heaven's bright sunshine,
And Heaven's bright teardrops, too.
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