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Mar 2015
Shes the angel that watches over me
For she sees my bad and good,
She understood the reasons why,
For her I never had to apologize

I see visions of her in my sleep,
She weeps away as morning creeps
The arising sun hits,
As her spirit begins split

I had trouble making it through the day
I pray that she finds her way
Or I will end up having to collapse
I take naps,
hoping to receive visions back
For old visions of her always comeback
For now she is where it is not black
"Heaven"
Purple Rain
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Purple Rain  U.S.A
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