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Most of us are but half a soul, Without the other we cannot feel whole. Looking and searching in all the wrong places, Seeking our peace with all the wrong faces. The day will come when love we forget, This is the day when love upon you will set. You give up your search to live forever alone, Waiting your turn to be ashes and bone. Out of the blue before your eyes, Will stand an angel to your surprise, But not an angel of heaven or wing, But solely an earthly perfect thing. You will be dumbfounded, your feelings a muck, Your mind now racing, surrounded by luck. Never believing your day would come, When you and your angel would together be one. |
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Meeting angel (2) |
