| Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love
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| Truly 'tis so for in heaven’s own way each soul is a flower in the Master’s
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| bouquet
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| Gathering flowers for the Master’s bouquet beautiful flowers that will never
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| decay
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| Gathered by angels and carried away forever to bloom in the Master’s bouquet
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| Loved ones are passing each day and each hour passing away as the life of a
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| flower
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| But every bud and each blossom some day
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| Gathering flowers…
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| Let us be faithful till life’s work is done blooming with love till the reaper
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| shall come
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| Then we’ll be gathered together for age
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| Transplanted to bloom in the Master’s bouquet
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| Gathering flowers… |