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February
I was a child
He was a child
In a land not so far fromthe sea
Such a cold, cold night
The angels betrayed me
Their beauty is like
The sharp end of a knife
God had His favourite angel
Wearing a wire that night
February
Not Annabelle Lee
February
Wait for me
I used to skate
Across a fozen lake
Out by the woods
The best i could
I know the taste of ice
As it shifts and breaks
February
Not Annabelle Lee
February
Wait for me
