If roses grow in Heaven Lord,
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my sister's arms,
and tell her they are from me.
Tell her I love and miss her,
and when she turns to smile.
Place a kiss upon her cheek,
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day.
But there is an ache within my heart,
that will never go away.
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