I Love You For The

The Flower-girl's Prayer To Buy Roses And Pinks, Held Out In The Smoke, Like Stars By Day.

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.

Oh, The Little Birds Sang East, And The Little Birds Sang West.

Eyes Of Gentianellas Azure, Staring, Winking At The Skies.

The Plague Of Gold Strikes Far And Near.