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| Angel Now |
8/26/2000
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The Angel of Death passes over nobody.
Not I.
Not Me.
Nobody.
Nor does it ever come back.
No.
It does not.
Never does it come back.
The Angel of Death.
What a thought!
A life now dead.
A life lost, stolen, forever.
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