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He once was a wayward child
Knees always bruised, he wore a crooked smile
He lived in a house made of hazelwood
With his Ma and Pa deep into the woods

Everyday before sunset he'd go out with his father
To the forest they would tread to pick flowers for his mother

But a year's slipped away since his twelfth birthday
But the morn now chills him to the bone
For on that same day his Pa passed away
Now he picks wildflowers alone


That old forest floor cuts him to the core
Every spring when thе bluebells bloom
And the dogwood grows in thе soil below
And the ivy creeps towards the moon

Everyday before sunset he'd go out with his father
To the forest they would tread to pick flowers for his mother

But a year's slipped away since his twelfth birthday
But the morn now chills him to the bone
For on that same day his Pa passed away
Now he picks wildflowers alone

For that wayward boy no longer finds joy
In the flowers he once adored
And that crooked smile no one's seen in awhile
How I hope to see it once more
Oh my boy who I'd give anything for

Everyday before sunset he'd go out with his father
To the forest they would tread
To pick flowers for his mother

A year's slipped away since his twelfth birthday
But the morn now chills him to the bone
For on that same day his Pa passed away
Now he picks wildflowers alone
He picks me wildflowers alone

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