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Victorian Traditions. Although it may seem far away Somewhere up in the sky, above where the clouds fly But that's where they come from, not where they reside You just have to call them to be by your side Cos you're never alone, you've an angel. You're never alone, you've an angle (At least one, if not two or more) Just ask them a question, await the reply Through TV, the post, or in bed where you lie Asleep, deep in dreaming, and when you awake Your reasoning, trance-like, your head needs a shake- Make the first thing you do upon waking each day To record your dream travels and see what they say They may be a message sent down from above To help you, to guide you, to fill you with love. Cos you're never alone, you've an angel. So if you feel lonely, or if you feel blue There's an angel beside you to help you, it's true. Cos you're never alone, you've an angel. Now open your heart up, it's waiting for you.
Victorian Traditions. COME AND TALK ONE ON ONE. THEY WILL BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY, SURELY AS THE NOON-DAY SUN. SHARE WITH THEM YOUR CARES AND WORRIES, THEY HAVE THE GIFT TO UNDERSTAND. COME AND TALK TO THE ANGELS....MY FRIEND. COME AND WALK HAND IN HAND. SHARE THE FEAR THAT'S IN YOUR HEART. SOMEHOW THEY WILL UNDERSTAND. THEY SEE THE GOODNESS THAT IS YET TO COME. IF ONLY WE BELIEVE.... COME AND WALK WITH THE ANGELS....MY FRIEND. ![]()
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