Stupid flowers,
Eaten by a stupid sheep.
It’s all so ignorant,
My efforts wasted away.
Blind little lamb,
Eating flowers so absentmindedly,
Flowers like the ones I found on the hill,
Where we would watch clouds pass by.
And the clouds would show the future,
Or so you would claim.
Because around you,
My mind would rest.
Why do you like her better then,
Better than...
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