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you fill my world with flowers and as the last rose petals which you had so lovingly picked for me fall into my open palm i do not know sadness i know only the love with which they were given and in this moment of understanding i remember your smile the light in your eyes your touch the soft sensual kiss and know that these are not the last tender roses you have given me but are the promise of many more days filled with flowers love tenderness us Spirits 021660 6/98