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SILENT LULLABY On angel wings of pure silver, the song flew up toward Heaven; a silent lullaby here on earth to my baby who was only seven. So brief her stay upon this land and so quickly came the tears, perhaps God knew I would mourn the loss of seven happy years. With courage and compassion for other children such as she, I reached out to other parents with my support and sympathy. Now in the quiet of the night I can softly sing the lullaby; the night winds take the music, leaving me a silent time to cry. Countrymom 4/28/05
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