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By muryan Date: 2002 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.03.22.42.26927]] |
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If roses grow in Heaven Lord, pick a bunch for me Place them in her arms And tell her they're from me. Tell her I love and miss her And when she turns to smile Place a kiss upon her cheek And hold her for a while. Remembering her is easy 'Cause I do it every day But there is a hole inside my heart That will never go away. |