 who was too young too die Is taken away without a reason why The angels sing, the angels cry The tears that fall are not tears at all But memories that will never die When angels cry there is no pain Just a never-ending constant rain Suffering, there is no more Just glory and safety to all When angels cry The whole world knows They gather the tears up like delicate petals from a rose The scent from each one destroys all fears When angels cry People try to understand How someone too young could be placed under the great Creator's hand The answer to this question may never be known When angels cry crystal tears We glance up and have no fears For that person who was too young to die Is now also an angel Singing their songs of mourning and crying their tears of memory Up in the sky 
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