Flower Dreams
How did I get here?
Where was I supposed to go?
I don’t remember the cold
Or the snow.
A gentle woman,
Could be my mother,
Is singing lullabies in my ear,
Oh, my dear.
What will I dream about tonight?
Will it be in color or black and white?
Perhaps I’ll wake up warm and dry
And the pain and hunger will be a lie
And I’ll have a cup of tea
Which will completely satisfy me.
I’ll put some powder on my face
And go downtown to buy a vase
For all the flowers
For all the flowers
For all the flowers
That someone gave me.
A long time ago
Someone gave me flowers
And I threw them out.
Perhaps it’s those I’ll dream about.
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