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Feb 2011
Son, when
I am dead and gone,
Please do not
Bring me fresh flowers
That I cannot smell,
Have roses
That I cannot touch,
Play music
That I cannot hear
Just put me
In a white robe and
A pine casket, because
Mama going
Straight to heaven
To receive her blessings
Thank you sweet Jesus
Written by
Stu Harley
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