Oxeye Daisy
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Rebecca Navarre
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Stop to take some time,
to think, to pray. Watch the
clouds drift, and float away.
Watch the little white oxeye
flowers blossom, so beautiful,
so gay. Watch the winds
strengthen them, as they rock
and sway. As stronger they
will be tomorrow, then they
were yesterday.
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