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Backstory:

There is a real island in Lake Windermere in the UK that had its last flower picked by a tourist.
I added the love story.                                                          

Lyrics:

                                                  
THAT LAST FLOWER
Words and Music by Daniel Curzon
Copyright 2018

Verse # 1:
You picked the very last one of those. 
I warned you, begged you not to be so cruel. 
You said for every flower gone, yet another grows. 
I answered sharply that you were a fool. 

Verse # 2:
So now there are no more, I said,
And will become forgotten and extinct. 
But soon — you joked — I too, my critic, will be dead. 
And pulled my ear and smiled at me and winked. 

Chorus:
That last flower on that isle in Windermere,
Your need for it was so sincere.
I remember it was raining. 
It was the only one remaining. 
Ah, to have that flower near,
To hold it for an hour, dear!
Even just one petal— I would not be complaining
                      So. So! So.
Verse # 3:
Before long, your joke became the truth. 
It seemed a year, but it took just a week. 
How quickly withered in your lovely, darling youth,
You went from fresh and wild to frail and weak. 

REPEAT CHORUS

Verse # 4:
The world will not forgive your crime. 
But I would give a thousand flowers, oh,
If I could hold you, even in my grave, one more time
And join with you until more flowers grow. 

REPEAT CHORUS 

Ending:
Ah, to have that flower here,
To hold it for an hour, dear. 
Even just one petal — I would not be complaining 
                       So. So! . . . So . . .