| I came into the parlor
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| A precious soul had gone home
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| I grieved with the family
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| Who’d been left all alone
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| The tears were freely flowing
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| Their loss so hard to bear
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| It was then I looked around me
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| She was the prettiest flower there
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| Angels stood at attention
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| When she was called away
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| For she’d held the hand of Jesus every day
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| Heaven’s choir played her anthem
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| As they welcomed one so rare
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| Heaven knows she is
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| The prettiest flower there
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| I placed a rose by her side
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| It seemed I saw her smile
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| I remembered how she blessed all those
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| She met o’er the miles
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| Eternally she’s resting now
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| In a garden so fair
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| And when Heaven looks upon her
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| It sees the prettiest flower there
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| Angels stood at attention
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| When she was called away
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| For she’d held the hand of Jesus every day
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| Heaven’s choir played her anthem
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| As they welcomed one so rare
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| Heaven knows she is the
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| Prettiest flower there
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| Heaven’s choir played her anthem
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| As they welcomed one so rare
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| Heaven knows she is
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| The prettiest flower there
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| Heaven knows she is the
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| Prettiest flower there |