Angel

There came a time, not long once gone
reminisce so I in surprise.
An angel chuckled an august glee,
a royal sheen , O! virgin pride.

So unparagoned her beauty stood
she sang a voice O' nightingale.
Thy treasure hunt , thine ceaseless gab
'Oft indeed i miss that dell.

But, chivalrous as she was, the deb
her fondness and dominion joined,
in disquietude would stand she tall
to dawn the black , pave sun shine.

And few troubles hath she of her own
but authored some the mischievous I
ne'er would i sink nor she would drown ,
one victor smug , the frazer time.

But, now i am , my timorous eyes
And distant she , my blood , my life.
Some birds aren't meant to be caged,
'Alas their feathers are just too bright.



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