my angels never stop whispering
some of them is a song to sing
i told to bare with my fingertips
too slow to follow as well as keep
i know they're happy up to recent
for me they never charge me a cent
we laugh after this scenario with a jest
i wish they could find me candy to feast
to push my juice to working engagement
i for one i can manage this with a grin
just mumbling from heaven to this plain
trying to cheer world especially my friend
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