A Floral Thought
Theme: Die Blumen
I pluck out my petals
one by one
crying out:
I love me;
I love me not.
And when all the petals are plucked out,
no matter what the chance has told...
I love me not.
I pluck out my petals
one by one
crying out:
I love me;
I love me not.
And when all the petals are plucked out,
no matter what the chance has told...
I love me not.