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I HEAR A SWEET VOICE CALLING A little girl taken sick one evening As she walked home from school. And in her death bed she called me, It made us so sad and so blue. She called me close to her bedside And whispered these words soft and low, "Tell Mommy to come to me quickly, I want to kiss you both and go". I hear a sweet voice calling Way up in heaven above. God has made room for your daughter, Oh Mommy and Daddy don't cry. Take care of my little brother, Tell him I've gone to rest. I know his little heart is broken, He is all that we have left. Then she closed her eyes forever, Never to see us no more, Until we meet up darling, On that bright and peaceful shore. I hear a sweet voice calling way up in heaven above. God has made room for your daughter, Oh Mommy and Daddy don't cry. @family @orphan @death @tearjerker filename[ SWTVOICE PP |
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