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My Angel

Hair of chocolate, deep sweet brown
upon that hair deserves a crown
Her eyes alight like wood with a crystal center
Make me love through spring, through winter
A tiny frame that hides so well
a fight, a fire, a passion swell
She is my Angel, I know it true

And she chose me through and through
When she closes those eyes so bright
She dreams a dream of me tonight
with all my heart I love her so
In life, in death, in dream our love transends
So this thirteenth line will be the end.





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