Copyright © October 9, 2003 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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The leafs, they fade, and fall to the ground, as her love does follow suit. In the losing of that love, my soul screams out in pain. Angel with no mercy, flap your wings, and fly away, and leave me far behind, if that is what you must do. I will not call out your name, and ask you please to stay, for I've done it many times before, though all my cries, they be in vain.