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PRESSED ROSE
Meet me at the graveside
Where vou will see my stone
Sit with me and talk with me For within death I am alone
I will see you crying
In your black dress and basque
And you will hear me whisper
I'm glad your here at last
The rose that sits in your lapel
Slowly put it in the earth
Then take it back home with you
Carry it by your purse
When your home nurture it
Until the day it surely dies
Then press it and keep it safely
For it is only for your eyes
I know it will turn black
I know it will look old
But when you put it into that soil
Through the soil crept my soul
It crept into the rose
So I could taste your tears
But keep it close
And from the grave
I will chase away all your fears
Where vou will see my stone
Sit with me and talk with me For within death I am alone
I will see you crying
In your black dress and basque
And you will hear me whisper
I'm glad your here at last
The rose that sits in your lapel
Slowly put it in the earth
Then take it back home with you
Carry it by your purse
When your home nurture it
Until the day it surely dies
Then press it and keep it safely
For it is only for your eyes
I know it will turn black
I know it will look old
But when you put it into that soil
Through the soil crept my soul
It crept into the rose
So I could taste your tears
But keep it close
And from the grave
I will chase away all your fears
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