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Angels and Kemo
If an angel has once eyed her figure of beauty
Then, surely for me, they are greatly consoled
For, in trying to clasp her in Heaven's bright valley
My will has become, but senescent and old
Yes, my heart, overrun my pubescence and mold
Won't you save me fair angels (if any fly through
Through the depths of my thinking, my heart and my trust)
Point my words to a route that will guide me straight to
To the peace of her luminous eyes- For you must!
To the skies of those dimonded eyes- Oh you must!
For I heed every warning;
I banish my lust!
Link my soul to her soul- to my beauty's- You must!
By a ghoul no sweeter than love I am haunted
In a restless dim valley, I have once called my soul
In an old sober palace, once brightly enchanted
Once filled to the sky with our hopes and our goals
Once contained by the skies of our ever-linked souls
For, a throne wasn't reared by the icy clear rain
Nor did skies become gray, by the demonded clouds
Not a notch below perfect to cause any pain
Was this valley, enchanted kept far from the crowds
Was this Heavenly grassland held far from the crowds
Though in sadness, much sadness, the end, lacking joy
Will be told by this pencil, this heart, and this boy
For the wind, it became a tornado of grief
And the water arose with the drop of a leaf
It arose with a hatred and towered to fall
All upon every lover, killed you and me, all
Then, ah, we departed, you're love was at rest
But mine clearly restarted and hoped for the best
Though, my calls were too late, and you soul wanders lonely
Yes, this is the tale of my one love and only
So angel who hovers up by the rays of the sun
Let me ask you once more, if I pray, will you answer?
That sun shines on many, though, I need but one
For this girl, without doubt is the kemo to cancer
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