This blue ey'd angel,
strong and true;
Take my heart,
it belongs to you.
Of all the wing'd beings,
it was her I saw;
One kiss from rosey lips,
and I want'd more.
These sins I ask
I understand;
They're tainted tricks,
but please take my hand.
Curs'd angel,
when day turns night;
It's your wings I see,
bath'd in starlight.
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