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They have no mouth, but seem to speak
A thousands words so mild and meek..
They have no eyes, but seem to see
and burry thoughts into me...
They have no ears, but seem to hear
All my cries, my every tear...
They have no arma, but seem to pat
When with worries my heart is sad..
They have no feet, but seem to walk
Along with me in my dreams and talk..
They, I know, are the flowers so nice
That spread their flagrance a million miles..
Grow a few and then you'll know
How your life is fresh and new..
With a smile I thank my God
Who's work is great and perfect
Imagine..We know..
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