How will they grow now,now that he has gone ?
A Garden untended by his gentle touch.
The Flowers Are Left Behind,Wondering What They Will Do
 Cared For As Seeds,
 Protected as flowers,
 Loved.
 How Will They Grow,Now that he his gone ?
 The sunlight is cold,
 The Water is dry,
 The summer is gone.
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How Will they grow,now that he has gone ?
 Spring Will return,
 And so Too will he .
 He his there in the first bud of spring,
 In the first bee that buzzes,
 Inthe first egg that hatches,
In the first flower to bloom,
In the first cut of grass.
 He has to be
For how would they grow if he was,there.
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A Garden untended by his gentle touch.
The Flowers Are Left Behind,Wondering What They Will Do
 Cared For As Seeds,
 Protected as flowers,
 Loved.
 How Will They Grow,Now that he his gone ?
 The sunlight is cold,
 The Water is dry,
 The summer is gone.
  ÂÂ
How Will they grow,now that he has gone ?
 Spring Will return,
 And so Too will he .
 He his there in the first bud of spring,
 In the first bee that buzzes,
 Inthe first egg that hatches,
In the first flower to bloom,
In the first cut of grass.
 He has to be
For how would they grow if he was,there.
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