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Hymn to an angel
At the morning of the world we were one,
Secure in our love, no dark, only light
Shining around us, lives warmed by the sun
In whose radiant beams our hearts burned bright.
Oh my sweet love,
How could we know,
That darkness soon would blight our day.
On the far horizon, so far away,
Unseen a cloud was growing, a dark stain
Which soon would grow, and turn the light of day
Into hateful night, filled with deepest pain.
And my sweet love,
Hers was no crime,
'Twas demons fell my joy did slay.
Clawing at my mind, sowing seeds of fear
In the deepest recesses of my soul,
Insidious words dripping in my ear
Like poison, doubt and misery their goal.
But my sweet love
Held out her hand,
And helped me up from where I lay.
I would have fallen, helpless in their claws,
Victim of their dark lies, without a fight,
Had not an angel, taken up my cause,
And by her love alone, put them to flight.
For my sweet love
Is all my joy,
And in her arms I'll ever stay.
Secure in our love, no dark, only light
Shining around us, lives warmed by the sun
In whose radiant beams our hearts burned bright.
Oh my sweet love,
How could we know,
That darkness soon would blight our day.
On the far horizon, so far away,
Unseen a cloud was growing, a dark stain
Which soon would grow, and turn the light of day
Into hateful night, filled with deepest pain.
And my sweet love,
Hers was no crime,
'Twas demons fell my joy did slay.
Clawing at my mind, sowing seeds of fear
In the deepest recesses of my soul,
Insidious words dripping in my ear
Like poison, doubt and misery their goal.
But my sweet love
Held out her hand,
And helped me up from where I lay.
I would have fallen, helpless in their claws,
Victim of their dark lies, without a fight,
Had not an angel, taken up my cause,
And by her love alone, put them to flight.
For my sweet love
Is all my joy,
And in her arms I'll ever stay.
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