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And etched lines upon her face. But neither age, or anything else Can rob her of her grace. Memories are her life these days, And though she has very little she wants to say, You see a tiny glint in her eye and know She is living in bygone days. Her body is frail, her eyes are dim, And though she looks so small; You remember once she stood so straight, And oh, so very tall. And you know For sure God has been very good to you For letting you know her at all. When the time has come for her to go, And leave this world behind You'll often see her smiling face And bring her loving deeds to mind. Don't despair because she's gone To her heavenly home She's earned the place she will find At the foot of God's throne.
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