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Death is an angel sent down from above; Sent for the buds of the flowers we love. Truly, it's so for in heaven's own way, Each soul is a flow'r in the Master's bouquet. Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet, Beautiful flowers that will never decay. Gathered by angels and carried away, Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet. Loved ones are passing each day and each hour; Passing away as the life of a flow'r. But ev'ry bud and each blossom some day Will bloom as a flower in the Master's bouquet. Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet, Beautiful flowers that will never decay. Gathered by angels and carried away, Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet. Let us be faithful 'til life's work is done; Blooming with love 'til the reaper shall come. Then we'll be gathered together some day, Transplanted to bloom in the Master's bouquet. Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet, Beautiful flowers that will never decay. Gathered by angels and carried away, Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet. Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet, Beautiful flowers that will never decay. Gathered by angels and carried away, Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet.
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