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I know Where the wind flowers blow! I know, I have been Where the wild honey bees Gather honey for their queen! I would be A wild flower, Blue sky over me For an hour . . . an hour! So the wild bees Should seek and discover me, And kiss me . . . kiss me . . . kiss me! Not one of the dusky dears should miss me! I know Where the wind flowers blow! I know, I have been Where the little rabbits run In the warm, yellow sun! Oh, to be a wild flower For an hour . . . an hour . . . In the heather! A bright flower, a wild flower, Blown by the weather! I know, I have been Where the wild honey bees Gather honey for their queen! |