Lord, please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my daughter's arms
and tell her, they're from me.
Tell her that I love and miss
her, and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day.
But there's an ache within my heart,
that will never go away.
.... author unknown
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Lord willing, I'll go to that city where the roses never fade.
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