| If Roses grow in Heaven, Lord, please pick a bunch for me, Place them in my Mother's arms and tell her they're from me. Tell her, I love her and I miss her, and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile. Remembering her is easy, I do it every day, but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away. |
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| If Roses Grow In Heaven |
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