| I guess there’s no time when I can’t recall
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| That picture hanging up there on the wall
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| Of a little girl walking by a snake in the grass
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| And her guardian angel is guiding her past
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| I lost a big sister when the picture was new
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| Nineteen fifty-six just before I turned two
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| I took part of my memory, added stories and things
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| I made her my angel, she has her own wings
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| I made her my angel, she has her own wings
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| She would have held my hand, she would have called my name
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| Too young to remember I miss her the same
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| My guardian angel, I miss her the same
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| Don’t know much about her, there’s not much to know
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| Just six years of living then she had to go
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| My parents they grieved, somehow they moved on
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| And I grew up knowing my sister was gone
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| I found an old letter that my mom wrote that year
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| And each time I read it I shed a new tear
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| It helps me to feel some of what my parents felt then
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| I think of my own kids and feel it again
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| I think of my own kids and feel it again
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| I would have held her hand, I know I called her name
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| My guardian angel I miss her the same
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| She would have held my hand, she would have called my name
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| Too young to remember her, miss her the same
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| My guardian angel, I miss her the same
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| My guardian angel, I miss her the same
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| I guess there’s no time when I can’t recall
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| The picture a hanging up there on the wall |