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There's a little rosebud casket
Sitting on a marvel stand
There's a package of love-letters
Written by my true lovers hand
Go and bring them to me, sister
Come and sit upon my bed,
Lay your head upon my pillow
Then I'll hear every word he said
Read them over to me, sister
Read them till I fall asleep
Fall asleep to wake with Jesus
O dear sister, do not weep
Sister, go and tell him for me
That I would have been his wife
That in death I stronger love him
Even than I could in life
Bid him not to weep, dear sister
Even though we're torn apart
He must learn to love another
Time will ease the broken heart
But if he never finds another
Life is short and time is fleet
Tell him that we'll meet in Heaven
Where our joy will be complete
There's a little rosebud casket
Sitting on a marvel stand
There's a package of love-letters
Written by her true lover's hand
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