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| ANGELS |
| God Makes Angels Sweet |
| Delicate Wings. Soft Like powder White like truth in the night. |
| God makes Angels sweet. |
| Soft words for a troubled brow bring acceptance than opennesss then peace. |
| God makes Angels sweet. |
| A wounded heart givin ease. The salve was love and the bandage peace. |
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