Through all of these days;
all of these sleepless nights,
I gaze quietly into the open sky,
Wondering just what it was
That made me want to leave you.
Search as I may for the answer,
I've come to know only one thing--
The angels, pure in beauty, cry
and they do not know why.
And just as that glorious angel
Weeps across the bright blue sky,
Never will I come to know
What my wretched, cursed heart
Tossed away the wonders of you.
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