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I would rather have 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 would I've bid adieu.
Bring me all your flowers
today--
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a truckload when I'm dead.
Author unknown
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