I spoke of Angels yesterday,
With their wings so gentle,
With their voices so sweet,
Not once did your name cross my mind.
White dress, turned over to us,
Your beautiful face so peaceful;
Paintings by your magic touch,
Shall come alive tonight.
What thoughts took you over,
What appeal lay on the other side;
That makes your soul determined,
To set itself free, so free?
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