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Why I Am Passion's Slave
I was influenced by her eyes
How she seemed to sing
A requiem of ages
Eyes glazed and face brazed
She sung her story
Through the winds of her tree
She sung her fate
White snow falling on her black face
She melted within the night
By twilight sights she took flight
As she swung
Black angel with black velvet wings
Requiem sung
Continues to sing
Through snow covered nights
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