The Flight of Angels
It was a September day the sky was not gray, but the angels on board started to pray.The flight of angels stood up with grace, they looked at their enemies face to face.
One of the angels picked up the phone, dialed his last number to tell his wife she would soon be alone.
The flight of angels spread open their wings, they died as heroes many tears did they bring.
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