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It isn’t gold or diamonds or something you can see, the Lord has sent me out upon The quest for the best in me.

Sara B.


Our Sara’s all grown up, this sweet little girl
All grown up and gone off to face the big world
To college she goes way far off in the West
As your family we have but just one small request
Sara, remember how much you are loved
By your parents, your siblings, and Father Above
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