Memories

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A gentle wind blew 'cross the land

reachin out to take a hand

for on the winds the angels came

callin out a special name

left behind,the family's tears

loving memories of the years

of joy and, a life well spent

and to god a grandmothers sent.

On angel's wings, a heavenly flight

the journey home ,toward the light

to those who weep, a life is gone

But in gods love , 'tis but the dawn

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