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slow to make enemies, quick to make friends. But rich or poor, quick or slow, May you know nothing but happiness from this day forward. A full moon on a dark night, And the road downhill all the way to your door. For sure he must be knowing The earth has angels all too few And heaven is overflowing. May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields and, Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand  |