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In the purple twilight the twinkling star radiates a glow of a soaring spirit, with golden wings flying in the night to share a smile with my mother. Her face so pale on a Winters day in the month of May so many years ago, where I was born the baby in a barn on my daddy’s farm in the Spring of July, with my twin sister nicknamed Summer for she had a smile a ray of sunshine, But so sad a face holding my hand in the Autumn mom passed away, high up into heaven the Angels dancing singing praises hallelujah day.
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