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Angel
I looked at her she's nothing like a girl I have seen before her eyes big blue and beautiful how her smile lights up the room how her angelic voice sings when she talks her name? Should be Angel she fell from above I hate watching all those losers passing her by I'm right here time to make my move be her protector that's what I am here for for her, to talk to to love to kiss to hug to be with I am the one
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