As I thanked him for picking the very best one. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, And appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand, About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
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