I'll be gone,
when you awake,
don't feel sad,
I'll be Ok.
As Automn comes,
summer goes,
People die,
Fate has shown,
By our bed,
I lay aside,
in spirit form,
your angel guide,
till the day,
death come your way,
I'll pick you up,
together,
we'll pass heavens gate.
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