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Angels flight in early morn, Care for those hurt and forlorn. Three in all depart that day, to travel over a surging bay. Heaven from earth, not one could tell, as Satan’s hand rose from fitful hell.
It's a day And that's okay In the month of May That's alI I have to say Have a swim by the bay!
The sea: a light flickers, flits, sees my face, turns back. I call, reach, shield from the rain on the waves that, crashing, cover the figment, which drowns, choking, a bubbly laugh
From when I was woken, to when I fall; destruction, pain, sadness, and death will blur my vision. But where there is destruction, will soon be creation; where there is pain, will soon be comfort;
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