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Your Angel
You think me so saintly Call me your angel daily Can it be you don't see Or is it you refuse to believe Before you I stand with halo in hand Wings clipped by his great demand Take one good long look An angel that was never me Saintly I never claimed to be I was always just me G.L. Williams 03/29/07
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