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WHEN ANGELS FLY

You are our ANGEL. Maybe you cannot see your WINGS but we can clearly see. Maybe you are not aware hoe beautiful of an angel you are, but you are. and it is a fact!

Because when angels fly,
They are the stars of the sky,
In your deep hearts they always lie
To them your worries if you tie
All miseries, you'll see them die
Because when the angels fly,
Up and down, soaring high
With hope they often fill your eye
Still depressed in the corner if you lie
Find your angel, soaring high,
See them flying the distant sky
Catch them and convincing u shall try.
Because when angels fly,
I see you and then I sigh
For to you I can never lie
To you my sorrows I always tie,
I so miss your presence,
and hate saying bye .


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