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Angels tears

Snowflakes in my tears as they hit the ground,

So soft and cold and unalike that they never make a sound

As the crystals made of ice take away my pain

I look down upon the earth as they spark the games

Of little children throwing snow and buidling men of snow

They all are all so happy but they will never really know

that my beautiful tears are the thing the call "snow"

I'm glad as I cry I can cause the world some good

But it hurts me all to much to know that my hurts not understood





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