Cold
In the late afternoon
The wind blows
But there is no one
There to feel it
Nobody
But the angel
Sitting, weeping
On a stone pillar
She cries, tears fall
Staining the ground
But there is no one
There to see them
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| Angel's Tears Cold In the late afternoon The wind blows But there is no one There to feel it Nobody But the angel Sitting, weeping On a stone pillar She cries, tears fall Staining the ground But there is no one There to see them |
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| Angel's Tears is copyright of the Goddess | ||||
| Take this poem and Cid will smite you with his javelin. | ||||
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