p{color: blue;font-size:17px}. I sit and wait Does an angel contemplate my fate…??? And do they know The places where we go When we're grey and old…??? p{color: blue;font-size:17px}. 'Cos I've been told That salvation lets their wings unfold So when I'm lying in my bed Thoughts running through my head And I feel that love is dead I'm loving angels instead p{color: blue;font-size:17px}. And through it all She offers me protection A lot of love and affection Whether I'm

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