The lavender beckoned from the crest of the
hill,
Come with me; leave behind life´s drab bitter
pill,
Touch my limbs & stroke my gentle green
stems,
Come, dance with me, mantled in soft lilac hems,
Bedecked with earrings of bees & sun´s soft
rays,
We´ll escape to the place where the teardrop
plays,
We shall waltz through woes & over dawns
of dew,
And you´ll take purple perfumes back home with
you.
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