Angels of the east angle of the
west
do your very best
and guide
me all night as i rest.
Send down your ladder
and decend up and down quicker
forgive my ignorace
even my unknown ones for instance.
In the still of my night
prevent the kiss of death.
For your my angels
my very own angels.
Take me on the smooth road on my pillow,
shot every disturbance from my little window
make me feel loved
and squeeze me so my cold night will be solved.
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