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Who will send you roses
the day I go away?
Who with sweet melancholy
Will water your silent soul?
Who will give you the things
that are so dear to you,
the laughter in the mornings,
the verses that the wind records?
Whom will you make wait for
as you do with the dawn,
while the sun is shining
and the shadows fade away.
Who will send you roses,
the day I'm gone,
Who will fill your path
with sweet soft fragrances?