For a long while she stood in the flower shop window
The daffodils dearest at this time of year
Inside she emptied her purse on the counter
I want to buy all of the daffodils here
By her eyes it was plain to see she d been crying
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As she tucked back a loose strand of hair from her face
I want to spend all of my money on flowers
And I need every daffodil here in this place
Clutching her harvest, a cornsheaf of flowers
She clambered aboard the late rush hour tram
And by Schweigaadsgate, a small pool of water
Had formed on the floor as if wrung from her hands
It all seemed to add to the lost look about her
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As the grey rattling city went rumbling past
She sat like a small child testing for butter
Her face lit in yellow from the flowers tightly clasped
Once in her apartment, she lay down the blooms
Divided them up into glasses and jars
Til daffodils filled every space in the room
Then she lit every candle she could find in the house
She bathed and she dressed and corked open champagne
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Which made pigeons fly from her window cill
Then closing the curtains on the birds and the rain
She stood among flickering daffodils
Surrounded and centred she pondered her feelings
Sofa d and cushioned on feathers she lay
Holding on to the pillows, lest she float to the ceiling
And just like the cigarette smoke drift away
She wondered just where the wind might deliver
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An unwritten letter in a torn envelope
Though candlelight warmed, she suddenly shivered
And the yellow flowers shimmered with brightness and hope.
