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Sep 2020
everyones an angel we are born below

we dont get our wings till its time to go

high up in the heavens we will gently fly

to our home above high up in the sky.



to the realms of glory to a land of love

watching over loved ones from heaven up above

waiting for the day when they can be with you

when there wings are given so  they can join you to
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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