|Give me my flowers now while I can smell them.
Don't wait until I am dead and fill the church with flowers,
Because I can't smell them!
Give me my flowers now while I can see them.
Don't try to tell me how beautiful they are while I am lying there dead.
Because I can't see them!
Give me my Roses now while I can touch them.
Don't wait until I can no longer get a thorn in my finger.
Because I can no longer feel or touch them.
Give me my flowers now while I can appreciate them.
Don't wait too long because one day I will be gone,
And, it will be too late to give me roses or flowers.
Because I will not know that you did!
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