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Ticks on a prison wall. | A father in the back row a the recital. A smile and tear move across my face. I'll watch and wish and dream. I cannot bear it. Get the hell out of my head. You have your life - I have mine. I wish I could stop loving you, but love is the wish granted - not to be undone by meaningless forces of life. I am here. That is clear.
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I will be there someday. I swear it.
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If I were a field, you'd be in clover. | If I were the sun, you'd have no shadow. If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow.
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Angels are the beginning of life.
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Angels are where love begins. | In the presence of an Angel you are younger. Give me an Angel dear God. Give me my Angel.
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