They seem to be and not to be flowers,
None pity them when they fall in showers.
Deserting home,
By the roadside they roam;
I think they have no feeling to impart,
B...
They seem to be and not to be flowers,
None pity them when they fall in showers.
Deserting home,
By the roadside they roam;
I think they have no feeling to impart,
B...
