JOURNAL
How often do I wonder
when I'm all alone at night
Are all our angels sleeping
Tucked up warm and tight
Have they played upon the clouds
That we see high above
Their innocence and beauty
Wrapped up in all our love
In the stillness of the night
Why can't our angels be here
For us to kiss goodnight.
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