Dark Ballads : His Guardian Angel Speaking:

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Thursday, June 19, 2008

His Guardian Angel Speaking:

He waited for me. One two three four five six seven… eight comrades fell into the night and eight long years and even longer he waited for the light to return in his life. He asked himself if he might as well count the stars around the moon. He expected me, he was calling me and I came with my white... Sign in to see full entry.

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