Let the Angels Wait
I am not ready to give you up.
I can't bear to let you go.
I don't want to see you sad.
But your sickness is like snow.
It comes and it goes.
But once gone, you can see the sun.
Please stay strong.
We haven't had all our fun.
So please don't leave yet.
I know death is fate.
But time is not set.
So let the angels wait.
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