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Street Angel

And on the streets an angel walks
Footsteps like a clicking lock
Down the darkest ally way
She hears to sounds of good-byes made
She wonders what the price to pay
To find the child a place to lay
The bitter cold whips her hair
But for the child, she is there.





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