That Angel False

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As Sun goes down and day grows dim

My heart is fraught with grief

For she, My life, My soul, My heart,

Left me for her Heart's thief.

I think upon her beauty now

The first time that I saw

Her pure white skin, her almond eyes,

Without a single flaw.

She sat and washed her golden curls

Upon that midnight hour.

Her eyes - they twinkled as the stars

And drew me with their power.

As our eyes met, the Silence left

And we did not give chase

For all our words, like rivers ran

To Cupid's resting place.

Our romance swift, I thought it time

And took her as my wife

But now that false seraph has gone,

My heart, My soul, My life.

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