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 I don't know why you had to go

So young you flew away

Up in Heaven I know you'll be

Right up there I'll be come my last day.

 

You laid down to rest

Without me you went

Up there you're at peace

I hope God tells you all the prayers I've sent. 

 

You fought the hard fight

But now you're at ease

Losing you was tense

Just let me hear your voice once more, God please.

 

My guardian up above

My own angel you went to be

God called you on home

and I know that you are watching over me.

 

I feel your presence

I hope you are opportune

Ready to walk those streets of Gold

I know that me too he'll call home soon. 

 

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