"Country Cemetary"
In a quiet country cemetary,
Where the gentle breezes blow,
Lies the child we love so dearly;
She died a few years ago.
Her resting place we visit,
Placing flowers there with care,
But no one knows our heartache,
When we turn to leave her there.
Though her smile is gone forever,
And her hands we cannot touch,
Still we have so many memories
Of the child we loved so much.
Her memory is our keepsake,
With which we will never part.
God has her in His keeping;
We have her in our hearts.
~Author Unknown
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