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Faded Violins Play
A Sweet Mournful Melody
The Fallen Angel Prays
For Someone to Set Him Free.

The Sweet Scent of Lilacs
Tumbling through The Room
A Cold Draft of Air
Bringing Sorrow in its Wake.

Glittering Cold covers the Skin
No break from the Sound of the Sin

Then with a Simple Thought

The Angel realized it was All for naught.

And left to save his own soul.
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according to ye olde falling apart journal, this was written on 1/4/04

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This relates to me so much, it's not even funny. I'm kind of freaked out now, and I don't freak easily. It's effin awesome. Thank you =)

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