  When I think of the day That we’re to part, It brings a deep sigh That weakens my heart. Then it leaves my mind So roamsome and blue, For there’s my love In memory of you. In the heart of these roses With their petals so gay Is my love most tender, With each breath they’ll spray. Here’s solemn hopes With love so true, May these roses touch your heart Through and through. And when their petals wither To blow on the breeze, Remember love is deeper Than any place in the seas. |
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