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I saw an angel dressed in grey,
on green fields falling in decay. His wings were made of worn out silk, his face was like a darkened day. I saw an angel with dead eyes, expression like turbulent skies. His soul was tarnished yet still pure, I saw the truth inside his lies. I saw an angel’s broken heart, I touched it and I felt it start. His manner was deceiving and cold, But in truth his feelings were hurt. I saw an angel all aflame, His mask consumed by our fell game. He whispered begging for forgiveness, We both knew it was all the same. I saw an angel walking far, His wings were broken by a star. He bled red blood as I thanked him, A tender scene no one could mar. I saw an angel dressed in grey, From the green fields he went astray. His wings were healed, his heart renewed, I watched him as he flew away.
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