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The comfort of angels |
| Angels The angels cry and the rain pours softly down. They cry for lost love and the souls called home to heaven. The angels take flight, their wings carrying them down to comfort. They comfort the lost, the sick, the dying with their warmth. The angels wrap their wings around us and comfort us. They comfort us when we need them most but never leave our sides. The angels walk beside us to help guide us through our lives. They don't always show themselves to us but always stay beside us. |