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Guardian Angels Watch They peer around the corners They watch from under beds They're with us every moment And always in our heads Beside us on a darkened street Next to us in our car Their love is always near to us Although it may seem far And at our deathbed by our side They gently call us home And lead us to the Father where we'll never be alone Wendy Atkinson
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