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Falling Skies
Waiting and praying down on bended knees,
Hoping there's an angel waiting just for me.
Like prophets foretold of what would come to past,
I wish one only spoke of love that would last.
Tell me one day there will be falling skies;
Tell me there's an angel who has caught my eyes.
Let me know of love that I can't deny,
And the truth be told of who is to be mine.
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