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Bring Me All Your Flowers.
I would rather have a single rose
From the garden of a friend
Than have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have the kindest words
Which may now be said to me
Than flattered when my heart is still
And this life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile
From the friends I know is true
Than tears shed ' round my casket
When this world I've bade adieu.
Bring me all your flowers
Whether pink or white or red
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a truckload when I'm dead.
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