Ramona, a Flower

A flower she {F}was, {C}sitting a{Am}lone

In a {F}hole where some{G}body puts {C}crazies.

A{F}lone she {G}was, while {C}she should have {Am}been

With her {F}kind in a {G}field full of {C}daisies.

Ra{F}mona, a {G}flower, {C}smiles sadly {Am}still, not {F}seeing the {G}beauty she {C}is.

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One of the {F}crazies took {C}her out of {Am}there

To the {F}wider wide {G}world of a {C}carny.

Now {F}she sat a{G}lone in the {C}cab of a {Am}truck,

While {F}he robbed {G}kids with his {C}blarney.

Ra{F}mona, a {G}flower, {C}smiled sadly {Am}still, not {F}seeing the {G}beauty she {C}is.

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Children were {F}born.  After {C}years she had {Am}friends.

She {F}moved through the {G}weakness a{C}round.

She {F}gave herself {G}up to the {C}crazy {Am}things,

To the {F}sad silly {G}loss they had {C}found.

Ra{F}mona, a {G}flower, smiled {C}crazily {Am}now, not {F}seeing the {G}beauty she {C}is.

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Carnies, not {F}seeing her {C}wide blue {Am}eyes,

{F}Took what they {G}wanted from {C}her.

Her {F}children ran {G}wild and {C}learned the same {Am}things.

They were {F}born too {G}long at the {C}fair.

Ra{F}mona, a {G}flower, {C}smiled sadly {Am}still, not {F}seeing the {G}beauty she {C}is.

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One day a {F}man saw the {C}beauty she {Am}is

And {F}offered to {G}take her a{C}way.

But she {F}said, “I don’t {G}know any{C}more what I {Am}want,

But you’re {F}not what I’m {G}wanting to{C}day.”

Ra{F}mona, a {G}flower, smiled {C}sadly at {Am}me, not {F}seeing the {G}beauty she {C}is.

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Who knows what she {F}saw from her {C}sad sweet {Am}smile,

Before {F}learning those {G}carnival {C}ways,

Or {F}what will be{G}come of her {C}children and {Am}her,

If they {F}take her sweet {G}beauty a{C}way.

Ra{F}mona, a {G}flower, {C}smiled sadly {Am}still, not {F}seeing the {G}beauty she {C}is.

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Her blue eyes and small {F}hands as she {C}stands in the {Am}light

Are {F}something she {G}may never {C}learn.

They’re the {F}dance that the {G}rest of us {C}can’t even {Am}want

In the {F}blindness that {G}keeps us from {C}her.

Ra{F}mona, a {G}flower, {C}smiles sadly {Am}still, not {F}seeing the {G}beauty she {C}is.

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