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I know a little lady

She lives just down the way

She tends her knitting by the night

And her garden by the day



The quilt of quilts she's finally made

With patches sewn with care

Stitches made that time can't break

And warmth for all to share



Her roses bloom as if they've caught

A sunset in their folds

Her rhododendrons lilt and glow

As if they're spun from gold



And now her work is finished here

Though I think we can assume

She'll always want this garden here

To bloom

   and bloom

       and bloom