Petals
Pluck it's petals,
when you pick a daisy.
It passes a summer day,
that's hot and lazy.
He loves me...
He loves me not...
He loves me...
He loves me not...
Do this over,
until all the petals are gone,
and you'll know the answer,
from the petal you're on.
He loves me...
He loves me not...
He loves me.
That's what I thought!
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