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~*Fallen Angel*~
The pure white snow,
Red clashes on freshly fallen frost.
Nothing stops the flow
As blue eyes fill with tears.
A crushed spirit
Cries for all.
Those who hear it,
Feel pity for the fallen soul.
When things go wrong,
They remember the war,
Lasting in their hearts so long,
Never, in eternity, forgotten.
The fallen angel lies on the snow,
Red dying the white.
The soldier lies low,
Watching his darkened, dying soul�
~*Owari*~