Little red four leaved clover.
May I take your order.
Next order please,
Please take it from me.
Spent so much time pondering over,
The colour and size of your clover.
Your flower blooms,
Many times over.

It's not a matter of love,
Yet you know you must love her.

A psalm here and a proverb there,
A symphony of kitchen clatter sounds.
They're playing for you if you'd listen or care,
Asking you to test your bounds.
I'll be there to take the tray,
And comment on your little prize.
I'll be there to take you away,
When you see what in the distance lies.

Overcome with grief and joy,
Watch me turn from man to little boy.

You of course will do the same,
Start to see the simplicity of our little game.
A stoic silence will overcome us,
As we know ourselves and the universe all at once.
Now you're back as yourself,
The rendition has ended.
I'm back as me,
And I'll thank you for the time lended.

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