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Sep 2014
I assume at one point I was an angel.
But I was left behind in shadows.
So many friends stuck in darkness.
I was the only one who could help.
I pulled them out.
I guess that I left a bit of myself behind.
I'm not the same as I was.
I only try to help,
Hoping that I'll come back.
It doesn't work.
My wings stay black.
Who will pull me out of the darkness?
Written by
Fox Härtlis
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   SPT and Ariel Baptista
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