The Wench

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Angel of mine

Angel of mine

Things were always fine

Angel of mine

Angel of mine

That is no saint crossing our lines

Angel of mine 

Angel of mine

Are you blind?

Angel of mine

Make him stop

He makes this world rot

Angel of mine 

Angel of mine

What happened to your wings?

Has he has disgraced you, as he did to me?

Angel has died

Angel has died

All left is pure regret

Angel has died

Angel has died

What remains is a demon with his wench

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