I have to believe that
Angels fly beside me and above me,
each day, singing songs that help me carry on..
sI have to believe that
sometimes when I am still
I feel her resounding notes
slipping sweetly into my heart.
Tonight I hope to dream a chorus of angels
and if it snowsin the early hours of morn,
pups and I will go out and make snow angels
letting her know we hear

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