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Angel of Death

I pick flowers in a meadow

I look ahead and see a shadow

 

He is angel of death

Clothed in black

He comes closer and I feel his icy breath

 

He removes his hood

And there we stood

 

We stare at each other

He looks in my eyes

And he see's the pain I hide

 

He grabs my hand

And he say's to come with me

I follow

So we can be free

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natasha-smith-3
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Dec 2, 2013
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