You Angel You
A Manfred Mann Cover of A Bob Dylan Song Inspired this Tribute
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I was listening to some music and the song above came on, the phrase "You Angel You" is perfect for someone who has been with me every moment through my recent trials, and she is still looking out for me now.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Every day you are there for me
Every minute I’m in your heart
I keep you in mine because you care
Always together, never apart
You Angel You
❤️
You are always looking out for me
Your arms surround and give me comfort
You always want the best, that I see
We always will put each other first
You Angel You
❤️
You are my real Guardian Angel
You are always there when I need you
We share each other's hearts, so faithful
I love the love you show for me, true
You Angel You
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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