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Closing Years
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In these closing years of your life Each time I see your white hair that was once so black Your body bent that once walked so straight I remember you throwing me up in your arms And waiting for you impatiently at the gate
Let time quietly glide away And grace touch every moment that is left Never to know distress, worry, stress
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