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| The Angels are rocking my baby at the top of the golden stair. No harm will ever befall away in that city of fair.....
Know she would be far better in heaven, but when Angels took her away, my heart was broken and lonely
Sometimes in season of fancy, I look through the blue curtain sky and picture my darling in heaven with never a tear in her eye.......
In patience I'wait the dawning, my babe has tenderness of care for the Angels are rocking our fair one, at the top of the golden stair...... |
| Created: Sep 21, 2007 |