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Her penultimate sighs Called softy on the kindling wind Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven Leaving her screams breaking my heart And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love.
Her penultimate sighs Called softy on the kindling wind Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven Leaving her screams breaking my heart And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love.
