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Angel,You've fallen from above.
God didn't want you.
He disgards all his wounded doves.
You have sinned and so have I.
You understand me.
But I don't really know I.
Why is it always that way?
One sees things in the other.
That the other one used to see.
In the past, those niave forgotten days.
Angel, you stand outside in the rain.
The rain drops hide my tears.
The ones I've kept bottled up for years.
You call out to me.
But I'm in the rain.
You approach me, and I still can't see.
Because your an angel and I don't have faith in the.
I have chosen not to believe.
You fell from God's grace above.
You were his disgarded dove.
You wandered away from your shepard.
He outcasted you like some kind of lepper.
I was born into this.
Nothing is ever what it seems.
We once knew his love.
Or was it just a dream?