You were a seed to be raised,
You were a sapling to be placed,
You were a bud to be gazed.
And then you were a flower to be praised.
But my son,
won't you put some flowers...
On your old man's grave..............................
You were a sapling to be placed,
You were a bud to be gazed.
And then you were a flower to be praised.
But my son,
won't you put some flowers...
On your old man's grave..............................
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