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Mar 2012
Angel, angel what have I done?
I’ve faced the quakes the wind, the fire
I’ve conquered country, crown, and throne
Why can’t I cross this river?

This river is no river but a wall
with your mind in control
You, with no sympathy shall not stand tall
so look deep in your soul
and find all your wrong
…and this wall shall fall to your song.
Written by
Watson Meyer
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