The Stars are shining in your sky,
No moon tonight,
As I want to tell you good night,
From under another sky.
Where, daylight still shines.

Breathe deeply,
Relax and feel your heart beating,
Send all your worries to me my friend.
I will lock them away and keep you safe.

I wish you beautiful dreams,
That will come true when you wake.

Tomorrow is going to be a sunny and beautiful day.
When your star will shine very brightly...

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On a sunny, warm day,
Under a blue sky, with,
White puffy clouds on the horizon,
On a seaside beach,

Sitting alone, thinking of what life will bring.

I glimpsed an Angel,
Dressed in white.

Her wings spread wide, like she just arrived.

So mystifying she is,
Walking through the ocean mist.

She appears in front of me,
She lifts me up,
How can I feel trust for someone I do not know?
She says, “Hello my friend.  Do you remember me from long ago? Please walk with me.”

"Tell me how has your life been?"
"Tell me of your happy times,"
"Tell me your sad times,"
"Tell me of your lonely times,"

We walked and talked for hours.
Then she said, “Don't ever feel lonely. I will always be here to lift you up. Just remember me.”

I turn to give her a hug and say thank you.
Where did you go?
She has vanished into thin air,
Have I been talking to myself?

A strong ocean breeze pushes my head down,
Then, I see two sets of footsteps in the sand.

Yes, I remember you from so long ago my Angel...


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I wake to the blue morning sky,
I see Angel wings in flight,

With a grace she gently wanders,
As if searching for something or someone,

She cries out!
Where are you my love?

I'm here my Angel.
Why can't you see me?

Please don't fly away my Angel.
I need you so very much.

My Angel, you take away my pain and give me joy,

I'm here my Angel.
Why can't you see me?

She turns and looks at me.
And says, “I'm here my Angel. Come fly away with me.”


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There will come a time,
When, days will grow old, like dying candles.
When, giant machines will die, with their last whine and grown.
When, cold rain will fall to wash away the dust from the past.

Where have all the people gone?

There will come a time,
When, forests and trees. Have overrun the rubble of ancient cities,
When, ghosts of the past will ask, “What have we done?”

Where have all the people gone?

There will come a time,
When, no one will hear the sound of wind blowing,
When, no one will see the sunrise again.

Where have all the people gone?

There will come a time,
When, a gigantic sailing ship, arrives from beyond the stars,
When, people will ask, “Is this our new home at last?”

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Can you Imagine laying on the floor,
with me In front of a bright,
warm fireplace, covered in a thick fleece blanket?

With no space between us;

Holding cups of hot cocoa,
Warming each others hearts,
Laughing and telling stories of the past,
Promising to keep secrets between us,

Imagining what gifts the future will bring,
Wondering what we will do next?

Can you ever remember times,
When you felt better than this?

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