The Origin of VioletsI know, blue modest violets,Gleaming with dew at morn-I know the place you come fromAnd the way that you are born!When God cut holes in Heaven,The holes the stars look through,He let the scraps fall down to earth,-The little scraps are you.

The Origin of VioletsI know, blue modest violets,Gleaming with dew at morn-I know the place you come fromAnd the way that you are born!When God cut holes in Heaven,The holes the stars look through,He let the scraps fall down to earth,-The little scraps are you.

– Anonymous –

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