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Angel With No Wings

Late nights, so like late cries

Like the angel with tears in her eyes

She wept for a day that might be ours

She wept for the dawn that was so close

She fell from that place in that familiar pose

Found her wings had vanished

                                                      God claimed one of the famished

◄ Coat Of Arms (To Kym)

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