Precious Flower
Precious Flower
In a lonely garden
A rose does grow
Then came a time
It was ripe to be given
Many a hand stretched
It seems to get beyond reach
Some wanted to bargain higher
Promising to buy it higher
Yet the gardener accepts not
One came to adore it
Not because he wanted it
Thou he wanted it
Because he came to adore it
However, that is because he loves it
He does want to make him grow
To watch it day and night
Contracting even to water it
In the solemnity of unison
To make it grow and reproduce
That is the dream of every man
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