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You look at me 

with those innocent eyes of yours

and I can't help but to smile

and you smile back at me


Dear angel,

you're mine

and I couldn't be happier


We spend our days

lazing about in the Garden

and eating the fruits

that fall off the vines

and drop from the trees


But no fruit

from the sweetest vine

could compare to you,

my sweet angel


My sweet angel,

you're mine now

you're in my grasp

and I'll never let you go


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