This is not a picture of whom I am writing but the garden looks similar.
Down where the willow trees blossoms And the pear blooms white as snow Old man works a garden that is awesome He's worn out from years of work that was gusto And the pear blooms white as snow Touched by God's sweet kindness and grace He's worn out from years of work that was gusto There'll be a pear crop in this place Touched by God's sweet kindness and grace Old man works a garden that is awesome There'll be a pear crop in this place Down where the willow tree blossoms
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