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For My Fallen Angel

	My Dying Bride
	Like Gods Of The Sun
	For My Fallen Angel
	As I draw up my breath
	And silver fills my eyes
	I kiss her still
	For she will never rise
	On my weak body
	Lays her dying hand
	Through those meadows of Heaven
	Where we ran
	Like a thief in the night
	The wind blows so light
	It wars with my tears
	That won't dry for many years
	"Loves golden arrow
	At her should have fled
	and not Deaths ebon dart
	To strike her dead."

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