By Original Work
Close %s little dove,
We close your eyes guardian arms,
With morning light coming in our hearts,
And sleep with the angels.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So close your eyes and play, friends,
With morning light coming filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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