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Fire Angel
Eyes like blue-gold fire
And a touch to match
Words gentle yet strong
So they'll always last
Curiosity of immensity
and a strong standing stance
Who could blame you
For loving this man
An attentive touch
Exploring hands
A kind sensitive smile
Awaits you to stand
An unshorn past
With an equal to your own
But a love so unyielding
Reaches your stands.
Passion's of saintliness
Passion that you cant match
And a love for the obvious
Is what he reviles
A prayer for mercy and to return his love
A man of precious quantity
Is the one that we love
Midi Playing:
Angel of the morning
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