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| Still The littlest angels that Heaven holds Were beckoned by God's will As emptiness in our soul unfolds In our hearts we love them still. Guardian angels hold them tight As the angel choir sings. Rocking them gently into the night Enveloped in their wings. They may be in the house of the Lord But our child they'll always be. For still there is the family cord And it's there for eternity. The day will come when you and I Will walk on Heaven's hill. Together we'll be hand in hand Loving each other still. |
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