I'd rather have one little rose from a friend, than to have the choicest flowers when life has come to an end; I'd rather hear a pleasant word in kindness said to me, than flattery when my heart is still and my life has ceased to be; I'd rather see a loving smile from friends whom I know are true, than tears shed around my casket when this world I bid "adieu";So bring me all your flowers today, whether pink, or white or red;
I'd rather have one blossom now, than a truckload when I'm dead.
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