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(snow journey written angels music dark clouds)
Opening at her feet, a deep black hole snow-filled, and beyond a grassy knoll Not surprised, she realised, shed seen said hole a fair few times, shakely she leaned, it had no bottom on nearby rock it was written there are no angels, no music from the clouds things looked dark, but she didnt cry she took her pills and dryed her eyes.
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