February 27, 2011
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Snow in the sky
Soon to be hail
Falling from heaven
Little flakes of angles

I wish they could talk
They would tell us
Who we are
And what we are meant to be

If they could talk
They could help us
When there is no hope
In our darkest time

Snowflakes are angles

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