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My Rose by brian I came across a Rose so true, whose pedals were not red, but blue A life not rich as some would measure, but she sent ahead her treasure Her love would stretch across the States as she stayed in her garden gates She'd always give up her last dime and never say,"I don't have time This precious Rose of days gone by, I'll see again beyond the sky She has been transplanted from this old earth's unworthy sod in the garden of our Lord's Heaven, not made by man, but by God This Rose of blue shined with a heavenly love like no other I know this because this precious blue Rose was and is My Mother. |
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