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Everything grew
to a shade of grey, As the shadows stroked my back and the Sun ran
away, But my Dark Angel makes it right... You make it all right...
For a second at a time, I try to overcome the pain That engulfs me,
The overbearing blindness that eats me away... But My Dark Angel makes it
right... You make it all right... The seething darkness hold unaware of
the sadness I feel, With melancholy skies and hopeless tears, The
clouds over my head rain hard... But My Dark Angel makes it right...
You make it all right... Just when I thought that life hath boiled a
cauldron of disgrace, and everything would come crashing down, My
Dark Angel descends petal-light to free me of such toils... My Dark Angel
makes it right... You make it all right....
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