My angels from above
do not own halos or wings,
but somehow they seem to fly
through dark and twisted things.
My angels help me fly.
With them I soar.
I would do anything for them,
And yes them I adore.
My angels are extraodinary people
that I could not live without.
They will be my friends forever,
that's right without a doubt.
Whatever you want to call them,
Angel or friend,
They will always make me smile.
They are with me 'til the end.
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