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Emmanuel
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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