If I should die before I reach tomorrow
May my life be filled with merciful sorrow
For without any sorrow there can be no love
And surely no angels may be sent from above
For what is an angel? A perfect soul?
Despite the wings, a human whole...
Lost in hevaen until lonely eyes meet
Grass between two sets of feet
So if I should die before I reach tomorrow
May an angel fill my life with sorrow
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