the wings of an angel
the angel hover above us and watch over us.when we die the angel will come down and carrys us away
the goldeh hearth stop beating and the working hands rest
on the rid to the heaven the humen eyes can not see the gate way to heaven.
we can not see what the angels.
though we shade tears as the one we ove is taken away form us.
in loveing memory of my aunt and andy
we will never forget you
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