She's a flying flower
In the latest ribbons
Call me old fashioned
But she's tying my hours
In loose comfortable patterns
Call the doctor she fainted
While I try to revive her
The fans that she waves at me
Fade past and before me
In kaleidoscope whirling
Her twirling has power
Don't shower your gifts
Down just yet keep them right
In your hands...
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