The pure, the bright, the beautiful
that stirred our hearts in youth
The whisper of a wordless prayer
the streams of love and truth
A longing after something lost,
the spirits yearning cry
Striving after better hopes these
things can never die
There will always be a shining
sun, there will always be the
rising of the sea
There will always be an angel
watching over me
A timid hand stretched forth to
aid a brother in his need
A kindly word in grief's dark hour
that proves a friend indeed
So shall a light that cannot fade,
beam on thee from on high
And angel voices say to thee
these things shall never die
There will always be a shining
sun, there will always be the
rising of the sea
There will always be an angel
watching over me
There will always be an angel
watching over all
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