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An angel gave me a helping hand

Whispered words, hugging tender,

He smiled, looking in my eyes,

And sat so quietly. Well, I surrendered.

He often comes to me, you know:

Today and yesterday, tomorrow…

I didn’t always recognize him, but he was

And every day we are endlessly so close.

My angel is my daughter, son,

And husband, my support’s in God.

My angel, spread your wings and fly!

I am with you, the whole world is ours!