When Daisies Bloom

Yon field is white with daisies
As we stand together here;
Sad good-byes fondly breathing
Sweetheart mine and sweetheart dear!
Striving hard (in soft appeal)
Love's emotions to conceal;
But when daisies bloom again,
We will meet, my sweetheart, then.
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