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| Good Night Little Angel I am going to your grave today, with flowers pink, white and green. I'll throw away the faded ones and leave fresh ones instead. I'll stand above the place you lay, placed there a year ago today. And once again my heart will break, and unchecked tears will flow. With gentle fingers I'll caress, your name carved in stone. Then brush away the fallen leaves, November winds have blown. I'll dry my eyes, I'll say a prayer, and as I raise my head, Another grieving mother has just tucked her child in bed. Unknown Author |