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Alone I stood, amongst in the cold,
Gazing out upon the ruins,
Praying an angel would take me home--
Prove a whispered promise true.
But time was bleak, caught in despair
Without a craven hope to trust,
All words spoken thin as air--
Shattered at the slightest thrust.
Abandoned, I thought, for good I'd stay,
Left without a soul to speak,
And darkness would forever play,
Within a heart so barren and bleak.
Then you appeared, through smoke so black,
Gliding through this land of ghosts,
Taking my hand, not turning your back,
Somehow knowing that I needed you most.
Giving my soul, you gave your hand,
Lifting to the sky, I knew,
My angel had taken me from these lands,
My angel proved her promise true.
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