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Dead Uncle John 3.
LW (November 22 / Edmonton, AB)

Dead Uncle John 3.

Poem By Leah Wells

Somewhere in my dreams tonight
I'll see you standing there
You look at me with a smile
'Life isn't always fair'

You say you were chosen for his garden
His preciously hand picked bouquet
'God really needed me,
That's why I couldn't stay'

It's said to be that angels
Are sent from above
I've always had my angel
My uncle John - whose heart was always filled with love

Wherever the ocean meets the sky
There will be memories of you and I
When I look up at that sky so blue
All I see are visions of you
'While there's a heart in me, you'll be a part of me.'

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