I would rather have just one little rose From the garden of a friend Than to have the choicest flowers When my stay on earth must end I would rather have one pleasant word In kindness said to me Than flattery when my heart is still And life has ceased to be I would rather have a loving smile From friends I know are true Than tears shed round my casket When this world I've bid adieu Bring me your flowers today Whether pink or white or red I'd rather have one blossom now Than a truckload when I'm dead |
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