The Angels At My Table

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Angels,we think
Are white with thing and within
They are known as sweet
Sweet as sugar and honey
With wings of gold
Hearts of precious stones.

But they aren't the angels in real life
The real angels are the people
They look after me
They take me in with a smile
They help me in good
And take away the bad

But after the time
They never fear about leaving me alone
But they look upon me from a better place
For reals ...
They are the angels at my table

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