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| During a recent hospital stay, |
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| an angel named Viola crossed my way. |
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| We shared a room, and some intimate chat. |
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| We spoke of where we had been, and where we were at. |
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| She was a sweet elderly lady, about eighty in years. |
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| I could see the day of my discharge, her eyes filled with tears. |
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| She asked if I couldn't stay just one more day. |
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| I had only helped her in such a small way. |
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| The sorrow I felt upon leaving, was overwhelming I suppose, |
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| so I took from my vase of flowers, a single red rose. |
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| I walked over to her, by her bed I did stand. |
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| I placed that rose into her soft aged hand. |
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| Her eyes swelled with tears, and they fell upon her cheeks. |
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| We hugged each other, too choked to speak. |
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| I turned and walked out into the hall. |
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| My sorrow felt tears suddenly began to fall. |
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| Viola, my dear, wherever you are, |
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| I'll be your angel, watching over you from afar. |
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