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| ANGELS THREE |
| I wished for another, to make him a brother I tried, but the Earth said "No" As much as I wanted my hope became haunted I cried at the second death blow I'll find out what did it Then maybe I can fix it But again, I had to let go The universe had spoken My spirit was broken No more could I conjure a hope Angels three came and left through me Their tiny graves end to end They're alive in my heart and we're only apart 'til that day when I'll see them again When the world weighs me down I can feel them around Lifting me out of my mood After losing them all I can brave any fall and know that I'll somehow come through |
| After my son was born, I experienced 3 premature births in as many years. Each baby survived only a few hours. It has been over 20 years and I still remember, still think of them. |
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