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In search of my angel
In a boring day, i wrote a notice , the notice said: " i can’t fly; i‘m in search of an angel to learn me how to fly." i let the wind , then, to steal the notice. In a boring day, i catcht a smile from you and i puted it on my sad face and sice then i smile each time you smile. My dear angel, the wings began to raised on my back! My dear angel, i belive as i"ll try to fly, i'll might really touch the clouds . In a sunny day the wind blowed in our wings and we flyed away in a place where nobody cans find us; In Cupidon's eyes, we flyed carried by the wind, but what a pity: you are in the left eye and i am in the right eye. YOU ARE SO FAR AWAY FROM ME!
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