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Sing (cry) For Me My Angel
Sing to me my sweet angel
Soothe a mind of torment
Bleed for me luscious verses
Of a meadow beyond the heavens
With tranquil fields of muses
And turquoise falls of serenity
Luminescent skys of tragedy
That radiate all my sorrows
Surround me in thorns of withered roses
So that I may weep for all my sins
All my thoughts, all my regrets
Bring forth to me your clarity
Your loving grace
Your symphony
Guide my soul so I may see
What's beyond my misery
Enlighten me with mystery
And cusp my tears in lullaby
With your sympathetic coos of affection
May I please join you in a harmony
Forgive me of a broken chord
For I shall taint thee with corruption
Oh Christ!
If yee be not a fable
Damn me for her love
Visions of a lillys petal
A simple remembrance of joy
Is shared between our voice
Defiled, it's forsaken dance of choice
Has become the paradox
For you, my angel
I provoked your fall from grace
So dwell with me in darkness
And sing to me my broken seraphim
As you cry for us my morbid angel
And soothe the minds of torment
Bleed for me luscious verses
Of a meadow beyond the heavens
With tranquil fields of muses
And turquoise falls of serenity
Luminescent skys of tragedy
That radiate all our sorrows
Soothe a mind of torment
Bleed for me luscious verses
Of a meadow beyond the heavens
With tranquil fields of muses
And turquoise falls of serenity
Luminescent skys of tragedy
That radiate all my sorrows
Surround me in thorns of withered roses
So that I may weep for all my sins
All my thoughts, all my regrets
Bring forth to me your clarity
Your loving grace
Your symphony
Guide my soul so I may see
What's beyond my misery
Enlighten me with mystery
And cusp my tears in lullaby
With your sympathetic coos of affection
May I please join you in a harmony
Forgive me of a broken chord
For I shall taint thee with corruption
Oh Christ!
If yee be not a fable
Damn me for her love
Visions of a lillys petal
A simple remembrance of joy
Is shared between our voice
Defiled, it's forsaken dance of choice
Has become the paradox
For you, my angel
I provoked your fall from grace
So dwell with me in darkness
And sing to me my broken seraphim
As you cry for us my morbid angel
And soothe the minds of torment
Bleed for me luscious verses
Of a meadow beyond the heavens
With tranquil fields of muses
And turquoise falls of serenity
Luminescent skys of tragedy
That radiate all our sorrows
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