.Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas we're dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
How colored the flowers all smelled
As they huddled there, in petaled prayer>
They told me this, .
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