She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not...

After another looong winter, Spring has begun its slow return to the city. Here, a really cute, curly-haired little girl plays among the daffodils in Union Square Park on the last late afternoon of March 2006. The park was brimming with life on this warm, early preview of Spring.

Girl Chasing Daffodils, Union Square Park, NYC, March 31, 2006

Daffodils
Lyrics by Averi
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I’m tired of waiting here for you
While you parade around emotions.
I’m sick of guessing what you’re thinking
By picking pedals off of daffodils.
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Am I wasting my time here over hopes of us?
I’m tired of guessing what you’re feeling
And picking pedals.
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She loves me. She loves me not.
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I tried to hold you with these hands,
But you’re slipping.
I’m just not strong enough I guess,
Now I’m missing.
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These dreams are hazing over
And reality is stepping in.
I know what I don’t want to hear from you
But I’m listening.
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I’m quivering at the thoughts.
But I can’t keep waiting, wasting away.
You cradled desires and hopes of us.
Where are they now?
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She needs me. She needs me not.
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I tried to hold you with these hands,
But you’re slipping.
I’m just not strong enough I guess,
Now I’m missing.
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What’s meant to be will be
Was said by some lonely man to make himself feel better.
I’m drowning over again and I can’t get used to this
I can’t get over this.
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I guess I lost it somewhere.
I guess I lost you somewhere.
I tried to hold you with these hands,
But you’re slipping.
I’m just not strong enough I guess,
Now I’m missing.
From the pictures hanging over your bed
There are just pedals there.
Now I’m drowning here instead
And do you even care?

Daffodils, Union Square Park, NYC, March 31, 2006

Seven Daffodils
Lyrics: Traditional
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I may not have mansion, I haven't any land
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands
But I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
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I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things
But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings
And I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
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Oh seven golden daffodils all shining in the sun
To light our way to evening when our day is done
And I will give music and a crust of bread
And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head
A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head
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I may not have mansion, I haven't any land
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands
But I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils