The Angel on my Pillow
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She's the angel asleep on my pillow; I can see her, there's just enough light; And her presence affects me like magic When she touches me during the night. The candlelight shining becomes her As a halo of gold in her hair; And I thank the heavens that sent her, And I want her to always be there. She's the angel asleep on my pillow; She's mine and I love her so much; And there's nothing I treasure so dearly As the promise that comes with her touch.
Gene T. - 4/5/03
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