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There I was dancing with my creator dancing with my father,sharing the same cup of wine together I was happy all dressed in white no darkness in me.
  With tattered wings And tarnished halo She sits crossed legged  Atop of a rocky ledge   She drops her head into her hands She weeps Weeps for the heartache Weeps for the pain
I was so open, Legs open,  Heart open, But mind closed to the idea of Your deception. Of How you
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