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Sleeping Angel Beneath My Wing

As she sleeps upon my chest I listen to her every breath She was the one that took me From depression than took me to a new begging With out her my candle would be dime Love is not the word that we share it's a Feeling of so much more As she dreams of me I look to see an angel Before my very eyes she's the queen of my hart I would never hurt or destruct her feeling in anyway She is the thump to my hart The hand that holds mine The true believer in me a friend when I have none The rock when I fall sleep my angel dreamt the most beautiful Dreamt of all

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