Angels Fall
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Last published Sun, Mar 18, 2018
I remember when
We used to laugh
About nothing at all
It was better than going mad
From trying to solve all the problems we're going through
Forget 'em all
'Cause all those nights we would stand and never fall
Together we faced it all
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Companion to Demons Hide
Micheals memories of the one he loved
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michifer
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