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| Lament for an Angel |
| My bonnie lass She sings for thee My bonnie lass She sings for me She sings of things So graceful and free She sings of things As lovely as she The world around her Seems to stand still The world around her Seems bent to her will Her voice like an angel So lively and free Her voice like an angel Bestows grace unto thee Such beauty and grace It's tricky to see Such beauty and grace That was taken from me She was once The best friend I could know She was once The person I couldn't let go I fear that tonight She won't be able to hear I fear that tonight I can't hold her near The silent night It sings so clear The silent night Confirms my fear |
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| This poem is reproduced here with the gracious permission of my good friend, Jeremy Thomas Mclean. He retains full copyright of his work. |
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