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by GraCiE Sep 14, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
When our days daunt upon us, And our echoes start to fade, you will not be alone then, so do not be afraid. Be guided by many angels, With wings of feathers white, Let them lead you to your destiny, At a bewildering soaring height. Let your soul be lifted high, Up into the clouds above, And finally sleep in the arms of the angels, In a million acres of love.