they rise each year, Dutch masters of my garden
bright flowers tower well above their beds
each year, as if the bulbs expect a pardon
ashamed of when sheer mania filled their heads
they rise each year, Dutch masters of my garden
bright flowers tower well above their beds
each year, as if the bulbs expect a pardon
ashamed of when sheer mania filled their heads
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