WHERE THE ANGELS LIVE?

DO YOU KNOW WHERE ANGELS LIVE? THEY LIVE IN THE CLOUDS, IN A SPECIAL PLACE WHERE YOU CAN DREAM ABOUT ANYTHING. LOOK, THERE THEY ARE, SITTING ON THE STAIRS BY THE WINDOW. WHEN YOU PREPARE BREAKFAST AT DAWN FOR YOUR LOVED ONE, THEY HELP YOU. THROUGH THE BIG WINDOWS IN THE LIVING ROOM YOU SEE A WONDERFUL SUNRISE, YOUR ANGELS HAVE TINTED IT PURPLE AND ADDED A LITTLE VANILLA TO MAKE THE SKY SHINE. THE SMELL OF MORNING COFFEE WAFTS FROM THE KITCHEN, THROUGH THE HALLWAY AND UP THE STAIRS TO THE BEDROOM. IT CLIMBS UNDER THE COVERS AND WAKES ME UP, DRAWING ME OUT ONTO THE TERRACE WHERE THE SUN IS ALREADY UP AND THE LITTLE ANGELS ARE PLAYING THEIR INSTRUMENTS OF HAPPINESS. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE BECAUSE THEY LIVE HERE. AND IN THE EVENING, WHEN YOU COME HOME, SOMEONE RUN A HOT BATH FOR YOU, WITH A HINT OF ORCHID AND A DROP OF DEW, THEY LIGHT THE FIREPLACE AND THE CANDLES, AND YOU LOOK OUT OF THE WINDOW AT THE EVENING METROPOLIS, LISTENING TO VIVALDI. ANGELS LIVE HERE, A DREAM LIVES HERE.