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Prisoner's violet
Just a little violet from across the way,
Came to cheer a prisoner in his cell one day.
Just a little flower sent by a loving hand,
Has a kindly meaning that true hearts understand.
Just a little violet plucked with tender care,
God has smiled upon it and the sender fair.
And soon that little token, wrapped in hands so neat,
Rests quietly within a grave,
O'er which a heart that's true does beat.