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My angel walks with me
softly wherever I go. Quietly wanting to be the friend, that I need so. I have no others around me My angel is here to stay. When I die I know he'll be Beside me all the way. Jesus sent him to me. when you passed away. That's when I began to see my angel on that day.
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