Flowers are flying, flowers are driven,
A lot of them are moved
In a year only once
To be given to all women.
To each to be brought
Warm and gentle words
And even if it is once in a year
But to all and to fill with love
A lot of flowers are given
By mans of a whole world.
They do it so for the rest of a year
To do nothing but
Just hope and dream
That light of love,
A warmth and a beauty
Will return to each of them!
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