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Her eyes on the stars unlike
There beats a moth live fire
Another usual evening has passed in
And with it every time he the other.

Her criticisms of the cool
As a skew in August grass
And let her words not a drop of truth
It is divine law.

Chorus:
Where the angels cry out, "good - bye"
Melts the soul like a candle
Spill at the heart of sorrow
I'm forever yours, you draw.

Her radiance eclipse the sun
And freezes the blood in her shadow
Such happiness is given expensive
The crown, where no look.

Any picture in her big deck
Fall as a victim of jealousy blind
She is one of my leaves
Long-trodden path.

Chorus:
Where the angels cry out, "good - bye"
Melts the soul like a candle
Spill at the heart of sorrow
I'm forever yours, you draw.