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January 4, 2005
My Angel
I looked for my angel again today
She shines like a beacon far off in the sea
She shines from behind the mountains sharp
It seems the intwined paths of mountain and mist
They keep me from my saving grace
They keep me lost and cold
There she is, sitting so comfortably
Her eyes becon me as the warm sheets wrapped the past
Her eyes cut like warm razors
There she is again gentle smile curling her lips
I'm bleeding here and she's smiling there
I'm dying here and she's staying there
In the end it was all my fault
In the end, I let her go
In the end nothing will change
In the end our happy time won't matter
In the end.
In the end...
I stumble
I freeze
I bleed
So quoth Strange at 20:58 UTC
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