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Within
your
arms
the
flowers
So
gently
placed
them
there
This
child
of
love
and
beauty
Has
gathered
them
with
care
Wants
to
share
them
with
you
So
you
will
always
know
The
petals
of
her
softness
Will
touch
like
soft
pillow
So
eager
just
to
please
us
These
children
of
our
heart
Have
a
gentle
touch
in
them
So
sweetly
they
impart
Treasures
you'll
remember
As
child
you
have
is
grown
Knowing
love's
sweet
tenderness
She'll
pass
on
to
her
own
These
days
of
gentle
magic
For
you
they
will
appear
As
memories
tomorrow
Are
smiles
you
gather
here
Times
of
love
and
sharing
Will
turn
around
one
day
The
things
she
will
remember
She'll
pass
along
the
way.
~
Francine
Pucillo
~
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Midi Entitled "The Gift" by Bruce DeBoer
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