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...and when the shades of pure light dance in her clear eyes,
Val Kilmer
I see my angel for the first time.
Know my purpose, feel my birth.
Hear her, at first faintly, then distinctly.
The sweet strains of our union.
Our love heats up the cold universe
and gives my tired, desperate hope a reason
and season to be revealed.
Seals my love with kisses and are eternally healed.
