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There's an angel on a ribbon |
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Hanging from the armoire door |
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There's a cupid with his feet crossed |
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On the bird cage by the door |
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There's a baby angel drummer |
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His eyes are open wide |
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And two more tiny cherubs |
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On the mantle side by side |
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Too many angels |
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Have seen me crying |
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Too many angels |
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Have heard you lying |
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There are photographs of children |
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All in their silver frames |
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On the window sills and tabletops |
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Lit by candle flames |
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And upon their angel faces |
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Life's expectations climb |
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Where the moment has preserved them |
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From the ravages of time |
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Too many angels |
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Have seen me crying |
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Too many angels |
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Have heard you lying |
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Bring the morning on |
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Voices sing of day |
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I want to step out in the morning sun |
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Through the flood of tears |
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I want this darkness gone |
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Your sweet face appears |
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These apparitions coming one by one |
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But there's no end in sight |
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Only the dead of night |
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And too many angels |
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Too many angels |
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Have seen me crying |
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Too many angels |
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Have heard you lying |
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Too many angels |
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Bring the morning on |
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Voices sing of day |
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I want to step out in the morning sun |
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Through the flood of tears |
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I want to greet the dawn |
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Cast away these fears |
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Forget about the things we could have done |
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Bring the morning on |
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Voices sing of day |
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I want to watch the children as they run |
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Through the broken years |
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I want this darkness gone |
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Your sweet face appears |
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These apparitions coming one by one |
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But there's no end in sight |
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Only the dead of night |
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And too many angels |
