i'm sure you're laying with angels somewhere up in the clouds. as i rest my head on my pillow tonight, i'll dream of you sleeping in the feathers, wrapped up in the angel's wings. i hope you're happy up there. i hope it's even better than my dreams. i'm sure you're dancing on the golden streets in your bare feet. tell me are they lined with pearls and stones? i hope you're happy up there. we miss you back at home.
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