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Warning, construction, please slow down
Do angels ever touch the ground?
It's who we are-
It's what we do
The winding road in front of you
Can you hear them?
In they creep
Tossing and turning in your sleep
Quiet now turn off the light
It's time to see without your sight
The lake is black, the water cool
I'm drowning in this darkened pool
So please slow down, I'm under construction
The angels wait for their late induction





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