When from my love and all it clearly cost.
To teach the future from the past.
Sitting on the edge, away out there.
And people come to see what is not there.
How my heart was closed one angel never-ending said.
And people whom don't have it like you do.
Your face, behind your wings, is hidden by.
Those big brown eyes, astound your mom and dad
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