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"Sin stained feathers"
Angel
That's what they call you
But an angel that stares too long into the void
Becomes the void itself
Bringing misfortune to everyone it see's
Everyone it touches or speaks with
If i could
Oh if i could
I would rip out those wings
Pulling out feather by feather
Until the sins are forgiven
To me
You're truly an angel
But a broken one
-K-
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