A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart t — Martina Mcbride
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A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart that the world forgot

— Martina Mcbride
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