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My angel above the earth, your genie was not dignified by mortal fleshes,
Only I could have said what you wanted to make be heard,
I yearn for your devotion, now you're deceased.

Your angelical soul in your grotesque figure...
The hordes have groaned your demise,
And yet, the angels are seen lameting your death,
And I... I mourn for every lasting second that i know you have never existed.

Voice from celestial skies! Come hum in my dreams,
Caress my face in the fearful night.
Sing my Angel! Tear away all the sorrow,
Be whole within my soul - angel of distress...

How I wish your voice could live within me...
I chant for your life to be real!