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By Varda Date: 2002 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.26.17.00.1391]] |
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Today I met an angel She hadn't any wings And though no sound passed through her lips She told me many things: Some seeds need flame to open Not all need tears to cry And even on the greyest days The sun's still in the sky. I seem to have forgotten My troubles for a while. Passed my angel in the subway And she cured me with her smile. |