Violets All Around Me
When I look out into the field
In the spring the violets I then see
Jonny jump ups some will call them
Oh, how they bloom so wild and free
The purple ones are very common
When I look out into the field
But the white ones seem much more rare
Combined they beautify and build
A picture which to me will yield
So many precious memories
When I look out into the field
So much beauty appears to me
I remember eating them when
I was a very little child
Now my eyes consume their colors
When I look out into the field
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