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My Little Flower
Oh, precious little baby,
We could've filled your life with joy.
Before you bloomed you had to part.
God held out his hands from the very start.
No one will see the little tear you shed,
No one will sing to you before your bed,
You're in a garden where the innocent goes.
You'll bloom forever and never grow old.
I'll say a prayer your soul was well received.
The angels have taken you to plant new seeds.
Farewell my little flower.
Shirley A. Jackson @ Heart of Emotions Publications