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He's Watching

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Invisible000

Published: Mar 14, 2007

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The tears will fall
Mourning his tragic fate
But with angel wings
He will fly to heaven’s gate

Like Juliet whispered
About her lost love
He’ll be sprinkled in the stars
In the heaven above

So when you feel those tears
Welling in your weary eyes
Remember that he’s watching
From those starry skies

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“Take him and cut him out into little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with the night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
-Juliet, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare

I wrote this for my favorite english teacher... her husband had recently died so, me and my friends made her a card... i wrote this to go inside the card...

God Bless any one who can relate...