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Call me not to lay by your side angel,
I could not dream of receiving your touch.
Throw me not down to suffer devil,
for all this I just need too much.
Heaven and hell in one exquisite form,
angel by night is a devil by dawn.
Her loving touch can be of passion bereft,
angel by night is my sweet death.
O' how could such beauty be so cruel,
all we felt was believed so true.
Our once promised land has fallen...
Reality fades in our garden forlorn,
angel by night is a devil by dawn.
Her crying eyes are emotions death,
devil by dawn left me of life bereft.
(c)2001 Luvadea DeMortessa