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"Smell the Roses" Copyright@2003 Michael S. Robinson I was there, at his bedside, when my dear Daddy died-- My heart, full of grief, yet a deep sense of pride, 'Cause my Pa, he'd worked hard from his youth 'til the end, and his last words to me were the words of a friend. Chorus: Take time to stop and smell the roses, Son. There are times you can walk and you don't have to run. Take it from me; I'm a fellow who knows, 'cause I worked all my life, but I ain 't smelled a rose. As his strong heartbeat slowed, I can still hear his words: "Take time for the woods and the songs of the birds. Time given to roses and lovin's no waste. Don't gulp down your life; Stop to savor its taste. Chorus: Take time to stop and smell the roses, Son. There are times you can walk and you don't have to run. Take it from me; I'm a fellow who knows, 'cause I worked all my life, but I ain't smelled a rose.
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