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The baron field lay bare and dead
No flowers grew their just dirt instead
No friendships ever seemed to grow
No one to love, no one to know

Then someone tried to change the land
By planting seeds with his own hand
Companionship is what he wanted
And what he wished he would be granted

Every day and every night
The seeds were tended oh so right
Finally the flowers grew
And friendships blossomed as they do
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