when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
Oh, mimosa is so fleetingly beautiful, with a charming scent. My mother had one in her conservatory, and a tree in the garden that only flowered in a mild spring. I did love them.
oh how utterly beautiful. wonder if they'll be around for Women's Day, in Italy, mimosas are presented to women as a gift. by men, of course :)
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