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Precious memories, how they linger |
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How they ever flood my soul |
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In the stillness of the midnight |
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Precious, sacred scenes unfold. |
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Precious father, loving mother |
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Fly across the lonely years |
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And old home scenes of my childhood |
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In fond memory appear. |
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In the stillness of the midnight |
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Echoes from the past I hear |
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Old-time singing, gladness bringing |
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From that lovely land somewhere. |
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As I travel on life's pathway |
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Know not what the years may hold |
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As I ponder, hope grows fonder |
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Precious memories flood my soul. |
