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Children's voices fill the air, Life and laughter ring; Across the hills of heaven, Sweet, small voices sing. Gone to be with Jesus, Each little girl and boy; Now run and play as never before, In the land of eternal joy. Never to know another tear, Or face another pain; What was a senseless loss on earth, Has now become Heaven's gain. While Heaven is much sweeter, In your heart you'll not be alone; God filled it with beautiful memories, Of that child who has now gone home. Allison Chambers Coxsey ©1996
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