E. E. Cummings - Suppose lyrics

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head. young d**h sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held between his thumb and first finger (i say “will he buy flowers” to you and “d**h is young life wears velour trousers life totters,life has a beard” i say to you who are silent.—”Do you see Life?he is there and here, or that, or this or nothing or an old man 3 thirds asleep,on his head flowers,always crying to nobody something about les roses les bluets yes, will He buy? Les belles bottes—oh hear ,pas chères”) and my love slowly answered I think so. But I think I see someone else there is a lady,whose name is Afterwards she is sitting beside young d**h,is slender; likes flowers.