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Oct 2014
They took me into a bar.

They started CPR.

They thought I was dead.

My heart started beating instead.

In the hospital, I awoke.

They said I had Heat Stroke.

Now I'm not afraid to die.

There I'll be looking down from the sky.

I'll be your silend angel guarding you from danger.

No, I won't be a stranger.

The wind will brush by and you'll feel me nearby.
Written by
Bonnie Gail Carter
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