As I Draw Up My BreathAnd Silver Fills My EyesI Kiss Her StillFor She Will Never RiseOn My Weak BodyLays Her Dying HandThrough Those Meadows Of HeavenWhere We RanLike A Thief In The NightThe Wind Blows So LightIt Wars With My TearsThat Won't Dry For Many YearsLove's Golden Arrow ........
For My Fallen Angel
My Dying Bride
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