every morning i see you.
in your white gawn and black wings.
my archangel.
standing there.. protecting me.
from life's dangers
making sure i am fine.
Every morning i see you
in your white gawn and white wings.
and your friends.
my gardien angels.
guiding me through the day.
Every night i dream of you
seeing you in heaven.
enjoying your new life.
one can be medically dead...
and still alive.
Everyone is alive.
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