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I can only
Look upon
As your breath evaporates
Upon the swamplands of tomorrow
Perhaps someday
Take a trip to meet the gargoyle
With the last full eclipse
You cried on my shoulder
And through the looking glass
Your face did get magnified
And you said
That you were an angel
And when I died
I realized you were
And when I cried
I realized I was
And I held your hand
And I fell down
And you were gone
And I was there
And I woke up
And I said
That you were an angel
(c) Steven Van Neste - 2008 |