flowers

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The critics shout “encore!”
The crowd just claps for more
I hop to your door
With flowers

Onto the ship they flock
You have to watch the clock
I meet you on the dock
With flowers

I never mind the bees
Or how they make me sneeze
Because you sweeten every breeze
With flowers