You were my girl. Always there to greet me with a happy smile. How I will miss you until we meet again on the path to the Rainbow Bridge. |
You were my girl. Always there to greet me with a happy smile. How I will miss you until we meet again on the path to the Rainbow Bridge. |
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It singeth low in every heart, We hear it each and all, A song of those who answer not, However we may call; They throng the silence of the breast, We see them as of yore, The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet, Who walk with us no more.
John
White Chadwick
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11/26/95 - 11/2/98 |
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