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Those little ghosts are creeping in

I tell myself it’s just the wind

They say there are angels

Angels in our life come through

To help us through the night


You hear the spite I tell myself

The things I’d say to no-one else

I call on the angel

I feel you walking in the room

In this bluest hour

I’m held by you


And even though you will depart

I’ll always keep you in my heart

The voice of the angel

How do you know me so well?
My angel, my Emmanuel.

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