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When
song
birds
twirl
their
good
morning
songs
Awakening
life
from
love
nests
high
in
their
tree
Let
me
hear
their
joy
in
distance
far
away
but
Please
God
just
don't
let
it
be
a
memory
When
my
grandchild's
coos
and
chatters
Turn
into
first
words
and
questions
many
be
Let
me
hold
him
close
to
catch
each
word
but
Please
God
just
don't
let
it
be
a
memory
When
music
plays
and
someone's
singing
Songs
of
yesteryear
so
dear
to
me
Let
me
strain,
let
me
dance
and
sing
along
but
Please
God
just
don't
let
it
be
a
memory
When
loved
one's
are
gathered
and
Laughter
and
good
talk
are
flowing
freely
Let
me
join
in
and
share
their
happiness
but
Please
God
just
don't
let
it
be
a
memory
When
the
one
I
love
whispers
"I
love
you"
As
he
holds
me
in
his
arms
so
tenderly
Let
me
hear
the
sweet
words
and
my
own
but
Please
God
just
don't
let
it
be
a
memory
When
strangers
with
lack
of
understanding
are
Impatient
from
the
streams
of
"pardon
me"
Let
me
humbly
say
it
one
more
time
but
Please
God
just
don't
let
it
be
a
memory
When
all
the
sounds
of
beauty
in
this
life
Have
quieted
to
their
lowest
note
for
me
Let
me
be
spared
what
little
I
have
left
but
Please
God
just
don't
let
it
be
a
memory
An
Angel
Original
© Copyright
2003
Paula
Scola
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