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Angel fell so near to me

Angel fell so near to me
Like a flower to the Bee,
At night It is mystery
 Without line of her originative Story.

She worn hair silkily black,
Drives in craze when looking Back
When I sight to her eyes
I ain't want to tell her byes.

Like the eyes painted by god painter,
Not even seen ere in any Gal.
Her sounds;Musical and sweeter
Not even heard from spring Nightingale.

Angel fell so near to me,
Tell me what to do,Mommie.
For whom on this earth, she came?
That Idiot shall certainly get fame.


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