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Jan 2015
White and icy wings
Black coal hearts
Coming down like an ash flake
Just like falling down

Fallen by angles grace
Found in by touch
I did this so I could have pain

Little angel up, up high
Time for a death lullaby
For the hour of sleep
Couldn't bare with secrets you could not keep

Little angel has fallen down
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