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Wonderful things of men are said,
When they have passed away;
Flowers adorn the narrow bed
Over the lifeless clay.
Give me the roses while I live,
Something to cheer me on,
Useless the flowers you may give,
After the soul is gone.
Life is the time for words of praise,
Hands clasp with friendly smile,
Blessings to cheer a pilgrim’s days,
Are always well worthwhile.
Give me the roses while I live,
Something to cheer me on,
Useless the flowers you may give,
After the soul is gone.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Dates:
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1915
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ODEM
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Writer(s):
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1935
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