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These gentle roses with softest heads,
resting beautiful in garden-beds,
arise with sudden loving grace
for you to hold within your vase.
And should you miss me ever all
look to where the petals fall;
and though some things are meant to die,
all rare and beauteous things are bound to fly.
I want to touch you a million times
in a million different ways
in a million different places
every hour
every day
every week
every month
every year
for as long as I live...
I want to kiss you a million times
in a million different ways
in a million different places
every hour
every day
every week
every month
every year
for as long as I live...
I want to tell you I love you a million times
in a million different ways
with a million different words
every hour
every day
every week
every month
every year
for as long as I live...