Little children in our,
yard. Yes love,
OUR CHILDREN.
Life and the passage,
OUR PASSAGE
Shade by the side of the,
house.
OUR HOUSE
Love I built it, remember? ? ?
We went west with the wagons.
FREE LAND
Now our home, with the children in,
the yard.
Our Yard
Stars in the heaven, and
birds flying on the winds of,
Our Heaven
It; s our blanket, lets sleep,
And Dream
That is what life is made of,
DREAMS
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