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Our little girl taken sick one evening |
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As she walked home from school |
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And in her death bed soon bring her |
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It made us so sad and so blue |
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Then she called me close to her bedside |
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And whispered these words soft and low, |
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"Tell Mommy to come to me quickly, |
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I want to kiss you both then go" |
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I hear a sweet voice calling |
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Way up in heaven on high |
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God has made room for you daughter, |
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Oh Mommy and Daddy don't cry |
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Take care of my little brother |
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Tell him I've gone to rest |
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I know his little heart is broken |
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He's all that you have left |
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Then she closed her eyes forever |
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Never to see us no more |
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Until we meet our darling |
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On that bright and peaceful shore |
