  How sad was this Christmas, Though for some ’twas a happy day, But mourns a mother and father For their darling Edna May. But she’s gone on into glory To soar the golden way, She knows no sorrow like mother and father For their darling Edna May. Though on and on through the distant years, When mother and father are old and gray, Christmas brings saddest memories Of their darling Edna May. |
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