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A Brief Visit Of Love
When an infant dies Parents that mourn Do not understand the greatness Was in their child being born Their lives will be changed forever by their tiny infant Being layed to rest far too soon Like a tiny rose bud that has wilted And died before its bloom Never being able to blossom To show its full glory But a rose bud may be pressed in a book And kept forever dear As the memories in their Hearts will be forever near
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