One Sunflower in my hand
All that's left of this barren land
That used to provide so well
Green grass
Wildflowers upon the hill
Now all turned to ash and dust
The great fire that raged
Taking everything in it's path away
Started from a single spark
A cigar tossed without care
landing in a field near
Started the flames bright
One Sunflower in my hand
All that's left of this barren land
That used to provide so well
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