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Angel
I can see her sparkling eyes
Glowing with care and lot of love
She walked past me as an angel on fleet,
Is the same day I made her angel of my life!
She is like a cool morning breeze
With her hair like an unruffled stream.
And when I look at her beautiful face
The world around seem so insignificant.
It is her voice that make me live
The moments with her, a beau...
Wednesday 17th February 2016 3:50 am
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