V1
After every snow storm, in her dark blue Winter coat. Our blue eyed, little girl, would go outside in the snow.
We'd watch her from our window, as she played out in the yard. Then she'd lay down on her back, and stowly wave her arms.
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And she'd make angels in the snow. She wanted us to share her love of angels in the snow. She'd say watch me fly.
Can I stay outside? And I'm not even clod. There's angels, in the snow.
V2
Last week we had our first storm, but this year things have changed. We haven't touched her room, since she flew away.
We know she's now God's angel, but I wonder, does he know, How can we get thru winter without angels in the snow?
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Honey look outside. Do you see them over there? There's angels in the snow, but not a foot print, anywhere?
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