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Each time she passed the flower stand
He gave her one red rose
Who he was or where he's from
No one really knows

He'd always smile and tip his hat
Each day as she walked by
A lonely old man on the corner
Beneath the clear blue sky

Then late one night the old man died
The corner now looked bare
But from a tiny crack in the sidewalk
A single red rose was there

She picked the rose and smelled its petals
Remembering the flower stand
A smile crossed her face as she walked away
As she thought of the little old man

The very next day she passed this place
The flower somehow grew back
A single red rose that stands alone
In the tiny sidewalk crack

Each time she passed the flower stand
He gave her one red rose
Who he was or where he's from
No one really knows

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