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Dear little girl-so innocent,
Far sweeter than an Angel's song-
So like a flower newly born,
Perhaps God thought that you belong
With Him where other Angels are.
Oh, how we'll miss your baby voice,
Your cuddly ways, your dimpled smile-
I'm sure the Angels now rejoice
To have you living there with them.
Dear Father keep her in your care-
See that she's safe and unafraid,
And tell her, soon we'll join her there.
Virginia Williams