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Fallen is the light that was

fallen from the sky

fallen is the hope of one

the hope that burned and died

Who am I? The angel asks

for the fall destroyed his mind

Look within the answer came

and the angel started to cry

for he found who he was

a dream that was and never has been

a dream that faded and died


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