Little Bud, was my love
she was small, little bud
shes got a voice, like a man
and everytime she began,
she told me stories of the sea
as farr as little bud dared to see
LIttle Bud went away
on a cold, windy day
Little Bud's no longer small
LIttle Bud's big and tall
With petals growing nice in place
LIttle Bud calls my name
But Little Bud's not the same
Little Bud never came back
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