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Ever the fallen soul is beautiful.
Is still as beautiful
As the day it first smiled at me.
My friend is no longer my love,
But still my soul cries out
To hold and cherish thee in my arms.
As would any good love,
I long to have you return to me,
My angel in deep disguise,
So that I may hold you
And feel you safe against me as I will.
I need to have you near again.
So long has it been
Since that summer's day we first met,
My brother, my love.
How long will it be 'til again we meet
Where the trees grow in the grove?
When, my angel in deep disguise?