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MUSIC AND MEMORIES The children are all grown now and living far away from home, but the music and the memories keep me from feeling so alone. Becky loved the piano keys since she was only three, She'd always climb up on the stool and play a song just for me. Laura was my nightingale, She'd sing and dance with glee, As Mary played the grand old harp with its haunting melody. They've kept the love of music and I long to hear once more the music in the evenings as in the golden days of yore. In dreams I see them once again, I hear the melodies so sweet; Just to hold them close again would make my life complete. Countrymom 8/13/04
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