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Rody's Angels (1995) The bus speeds on between the trees and flickers like a candle. Dusk is changing Lomondside to silver and black. Sheila shakes the Vale of Leven once more from her memory and thinks about the lights of Achnatra. They wing their way with words and laughter Rody's angels, with spirits bright Their mother's daughters, in love and caring, a torch is shining through the night.... Hazel senses more than home each bitter sweet reunion almost hears her voice among the flowers Rody takes his careful steps among the shoots of springtime sure he hears her laughter through the showers. They wing their way.....

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