It was the most amazing sight
He held the carnations tight between his thumb and index finger
And he rooted it safely within the barrel of the gun
He returned it's stem to mineral-made gunpowder it grew from once
The sergeant tried plucking some out that he had already planted
But the message had already been sent
The gunman's soul had already been saved
Hibiscus' message had already been preached
And I was there that day in that moment of beauty
I have no fonder memory than this
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