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as you walk around, you look so small on the ground worrying about love, looking at a simple white dove, you never know who loves you so, but you can watch and see after you 'go' when you die, before you wake, you get to see your loved ones eat cake, while they cry over your dieing, you see the one who loved you crying, do u want to be an angel? well you must understand: god made the land, god made the sea, god needes his head angel.... so he made ME!i m just playin around! muah hahahaha! Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 10:46 AM PST 0 • 14
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