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Near where I live there is a lake / As blue as blue can be, winds make / It dance as they go blowing by.
I think it curtseys to the sky.
It's just a lake of lovely flowers / And my Mamma says they are ours; / But they are not like those we grow / To be our very own, you know.
We have a splendid garden, there / Are lots of flowers everywhere; / Roses, and pinks, and four o'clocks / And hollyhocks, and evening stocks.
Mamma lets us pick them, but never / Must we pick any gentians -- ever! / For if we carried them away / They'd die of homesickness that day.