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Please don’t stand at my resting place And look down and cry I’m really not there I’m here at your side I’m with you each morning As you awake I watch over you at night And keep you safe I’m the cool in the breeze As it brushes your face I’m the feeling of cobwebs Or the soft feel of lace I’m in the shadows that pass you by As you walk down the lane I’m in every heartbeat When you’re afraid Please don’t stand at my resting place And look down and cry I have never left you I did not die I’ve moved on to a new life There’s now pain or grief I’m your guardian Angel Till the next time we meet (Carolyn Oldfield) |
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