The
Angelic
Assumption
Whispers in the morning night
Feather soft kisses are in flight
Where is your heart darling?
Near the kingdom's reigning king?
Bright skies and thunderstorms
Does your heart cry and mourn?
In the eve of the battle
Will it still shake? Will it rattle?
Sights are no scenic splendors
You are not one who remembers
Innocence and angelic assumptions
Sinless and no options
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