If You Were a Flower
by Emile Poulsson
by Emile Poulsson
If you were a flower
And I were a shower,
or even the dripping wet dew,
I'd go to your bower
To seek you, my flower,
And there wash your wee face for
you.
Let's play you're a flower,
That I've caught a shower,
Or gathered a bowlful of dew,
That here in your bower
I've found you, my flower,
And now wash your wee face for
you.
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