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Given
Given to me was a rose that smelled of whiskey
Played for me were the white ivory keys
Grown for me were the small seeds of wisdom
Counted for me were my mistakes, groups in threes.
Read to me were the words of many leaders
Seen for me were the things I could not see
Moved for me were the mountains to make a pathway
Shown to me were the things that I could be.
Written for me were the words to heal the worlds wounds
Saved for me were the moments I could not seize
Taught to me was the way to love a person
Thoughts for me put my whirling mind at ease.
Played for me were the white ivory keys
Grown for me were the small seeds of wisdom
Counted for me were my mistakes, groups in threes.
Read to me were the words of many leaders
Seen for me were the things I could not see
Moved for me were the mountains to make a pathway
Shown to me were the things that I could be.
Written for me were the words to heal the worlds wounds
Saved for me were the moments I could not seize
Taught to me was the way to love a person
Thoughts for me put my whirling mind at ease.
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