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I walked a graveyard in the cold of winter
A flower bloomed from 'neath the killing snow
I held it in my hand and pulled it from the ground
I took it home to watch it grow

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For Linhart I would try
And do the things I ought to do
For Linhart I would cry
I'll take the pain and the sorrow too
I'd catch a butterfly
And give it to her in the spring

To see Linhart eye to eye
Well I'd do most anything

Settled in a quiet desperation
The flower soon began to wilt and fade
The colors soon were gone
And with them every one
Of the happy times I thought that I had made

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I walked a graveyard in the cold of winter
A flower bloomed from 'neath the killing snow
I passed it by and smiled, it only lasts awhile
The keeping is the thing I'd never know

I'll just sit back and watch the flower grow...

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