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Unknown Angel

Oh, you secret mistress, won’t you dance with me?

Won’t you hold onto my heart,
For everyone to see?

I’ve fallen a victim; I’m weak at the knees,
My head is spinning as high as the trees.

You’ve taken my hand, so I can see,
I’m here, and it’s just you and me.

So, dear mistress, you’ve come to please,
You’ve taken my heart and graced it with ease.

I’m on top of the world, this feeling never to cease.

But one thing, oh dear angel from above,
Who are you?

She replies, no one, just Love.





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