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| Photographs and roses
What pleasure they derive With every sweet emotion That always does arrive When photos fill an album With love that now unfolds Upon each faded beauty A story can be told The petals may be brittle Their fragrance gone by now But oh how much they soothe us With sounds of gentle sighs One day I'll join this album And when they look at me I hope they see the joy I feel By gracing family tree. |
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| Page created on 11/21/2002 Maintained by Gail A. Van Buren. Revised on 10/16/2007. |
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