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Julie,
did you know
The sound of angels singing soft
and low
Was what our sentimental hearts
would know
When you made music. You
made us happy;
Now the song’s a broken-hearted
melody.
In the wee small hours of the
morning
The angels sang for your returning.
But in that moment, too, every
song,
All the music, fell slightly
out of tune.
You filled our hearts
with song; we will sing forevermore
And now we can
feel the scent of roses in the air.
We will remember
you; let’s say farewell with a sigh;
And
always we will remember . . . . Julie, good-bye . . . . good-bye.
-
Joan Emerson
