Flower Baby
Turn to the sun little
flower,
Turn to it your little
head,
The sun’s rays beat down
gently,
Whispering things to be
said,
Soon he’ll sink beyond the
earth,
Wrapping you in your petal
bed.
flower,
Turn to it your little
head,
The sun’s rays beat down
gently,
Whispering things to be
said,
Soon he’ll sink beyond the
earth,
Wrapping you in your petal
bed.
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