The sharpness of the air
is no clear announcement of the excitement
up ahead.
We come together,
and dance,
and laugh,
and sing.
And the world seems better everyday.
Spread your wings
in front of me.
Open up.
I knew you were an angel already,
everytime
as I watched
you
walk away
everyday
and disappeared from my sight,
but remained standing next to me
in my heart.
And the world seems better,
oh it just gets so much better
every time I see you.
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