Wipe away those tears, my angel,
That are brimming in your eyes.
Mend your broken heart, my angel
And don't listen to their lies.
They hurt you just to see you cry
And to shred your tired wings.
And think your bleeding heart will die
If they tell you all those things.
Take my hand in yours; my angel
Let me teach you how to fly.
Heaven crafted you, my angel
So you have no need to cry
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