On a rainy day one morning in June,
I saw a path by a new moon.
As I strolled through my favorite garden,
Suddenly, someone saw me and said "Beg your pardon!"
He said "Where do you come from,
And why are you here?"
I ignored him for awhile, and then could see clear.
We was blind and afraid because he was lost,
Was in the gazebo away from the frost.
"Whose garden is this?"? I boldly inquired
'It is one I have often greatly admired.
He said to me quietly, "I was just passing through.
"I turned and walked on, the flowers seemed new.
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