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An angel spreading it's wings, A devil's loneliness it brings. Striving sadness departs from flesh, Compulsive emotions inside mesh. Eye hold the sands of tyme, Until God's clock does chime. All this world it is given, Just for destruction, madness is driven. No one can tell, none shall see, This has all been given to me.

Bachus 9-May-03/12:22 PM
Change tyme to thyme and brings to flings.




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