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Send no roses
When I am no more
Don't when the eyes, its beauty not behold
Don't when the nose, the sweet fragrance not scent
Don't when the hands, the soft petals not feel
Don't when the heart, its gratitude not render
Don’t when it a grave adorns and not a room
Don't when the sand the vase becomes
Send roses while I live
While the eyes behold
And the nose scents
While the hands feel and the heart gratifies
Send roses for the vase
Not the grave
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roses john garnett | Oct 12th, 2003
as my dear departed father remaked very often. there aint no fun in the grave yard send me me flowers now.
love it Amani Elkabbary | Jul 28th, 2004
i don't know what to say
i feel like it's touching some thing in each one of us
how we need some to remember us when we r alive not when we gone
Beautiful peace of work Manpreet Kaur Narula | Mar 16th, 2005
its very true and ironical, throught life we fail to realise the importance of people who are close to us and love us. its only when the are no more with us we realise how important were they in our life and then express our gratiute towards them. whereas, gratiute can still be expressed while they are alive but at that time we fail to realise how important were they in our life.
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