Angle
Oh Angle, my angleWhy have you forsaken me,
left me, scolded me.
I still hope for us,
believe in us,
wish for us.
Your eyes are like deep pools of water,
hair as gentle as a spring breeze
lips as soft as silk.
Oh Angle, my angle,
Why have you scolded me,
left me, forsaken me.
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