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Apr 2016
Loud the banging door
Loud the banging door
Loud the banging door
So softly tread the Angels
Here and now gone
Like the snuffing of the candle

Hush the tumbling leaves
Hush the tumbling leaves
Hush the tumbling leaves
So softly fall the Angels
Here and now gone
Like a feather on the breeze

Whisper was my dream
Whisper was the dream
Whispers from the dream
So softly hush the Angels
β€˜Come play with us’
Here and now gone
Like something leaving
Edmund Grimketel
Written by
Edmund Grimketel  Wessex, England
(Wessex, England)   
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