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my angel wings are ripped and torn. in the graveyard i weap and morn. my head hung low, my troubles high. i raise my eyes to the sky. weak and weary i pray for rest. god deliver me from my test. my conscience knows the path is long and the trials are meant to make me strong. aching and tired i trudge along.
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kelly keown


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