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                     ANGEL

            I'll be gone by the dawn.

                    across the lawn.

             You ask me, I come from where?

               I come from up there.

             Gone in the shadows.  Away, I'll go.

           As surely as the river does flow.

            I'll be gone by the morning light.

   I'll be done by the time of the morning, bright, sun.

         At the end of the night.

         See, soon, I'll be nothing but a memory.

     You don't know my name.  You don't know who I am.