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People see a a beautiful flower   And they stop and admire   People see a dying flower    And they walk right by   They give the thriving flower water   And toss their trash around the onw in need   A man walks by and sees the the dying flower   He takes his own water and feeds the helpless one   The people laugh   The flower will never be beautiful   The man ignores them   And continues tending the flower   The flower blooms   And the people look in awe   Now do you know?

 

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