And when I am pushing Daisies from down under,
Look down on me with a smile and a memory.
And when I am pushing Daisies from the ground
Miss me ’cause I am not watching them grow with you.
And when I am pushing Daisies from down under,
Look down on me with a smile and a memory.
And when I am pushing Daisies from the ground
Miss me ’cause I am not watching them grow with you.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
There is a remarkable sense of sadness here.
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