Spiral to the treasure chest
The painted tops, a pretty dress
She'll catch them if she can
and through the stairways of the castle
She flies, hoping for the bridge to open
Springtime once again, ends
I'm blessed with her marigoldeness
I'm blessed with her marigoldeness
She dreams of a splendor cone
Of strawberry and honeycomb
In forests of delight
I'm made to tend to the ever blooming flowers
Our lives are rich in these still hours
And I'll remember these things
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Old Wives Tales