When a body’s tall with love
Stars are not so far above—
Easily I pluck a few
To scatter in the way of you.
Blossoms of the sky will last
When blossoms of the earth have passed.
Having given me this power,
You shall never lack a flower.
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When a body’s tall with love
Stars are not so far above—
Easily I pluck a few
To scatter in the way of you.
Blossoms of the sky will last
When blossoms of the earth have passed.
Having given me this power,
You shall never lack a flower.
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