I saw you in the market.
You were standing, smelling flowers.
I picked one out I liked and, in your hair,
Your beauty showered.
In waves of lovely hard-to-describe
Feelings welling in me.
I started recently to treat
Each day as a beginning.
I saw you in the market.
You were standing, smelling flowers.
I picked one out I liked and, in your hair,
Your beauty showered.
In waves of lovely hard-to-describe
Feelings welling in me.
I started recently to treat
Each day as a beginning.
Musings of the Mad 
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