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A Red Rose
When I die, place a red rose at my head and
always think of me as alive, never think of
me as dead.
Cry not for me, for I lived longer than
most and my life was filled with sweet
wine, roses and loving people.
Life is like a warm summer and some
day must come to an end so as to make
room for the next red rose to begin.
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