The
day she was born
The
face we will remember
Though
we hardly see her now
She
lives up among the saints
The
11 pieces of lights
Shining
bright in April today
In
our mind we can celebrate
Lena
Woodworth's birthday
We
can offer our own prayers
A
mother we will remember dear
Though
we will not see her face
In
our minds she always have a place
Now
the saints will sing for her
As
she blows her 11 pieces of candles
She
will send her wishes down to us
The
light full of joy and happiness
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