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Lyricly Speaking
Pleasing to the eye
behold a lady fair
apparition of an angel
in a pastel dream
on streams of light
in raiment gleaming
softly she approaches
through a misty awe
and as shes growing near
cyrillic voices
pure and clear
sounding out as one
surround me with your love
gentle is her touch
scent of the mourning garden
my soul inside me
can no longer hide
the feelings too strong
now is the time
silently I lay and still
pretending to be sleeping
along the meadows trail
faithfully my heart is beating
among the lillies of the field
as fine white clouds stretch
far out across the april sky
my senses began reeling
my true love has eyed me
the earth then reaped her yield
which did indeed
provide the seed
that nurtured peace
through-out the kingdoms
of the world
the touch of an angel wakes me
twilight on the breaking dawn
glowing in her eyes
a dimple softly forms
a feeling all is right
lay here beside the singing river
in peace the dove does fly
onto her sure salvation
into eternal sky