Lyric For My Fallen Angel

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As I draw up my breath,
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
For she will never rise.

On my weak body,
Lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of Heaven,
Where we ran.

Like a thief in the night,
The wind blows so light.
It wars with my tears,
That won t dry for many years.

"Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled,
And not Deaths ebon dart
To strike her dead."