She held to her heart
The image of man
Some wicked as you
Mine reached for her hand

She ran to the door
Past the pistol he had
Fell to the floor
As the smoke would dispel

Good Angela
Believe not my tears
Just trust my smile
I'll keep young your years

Good Angela
Why did he laugh
To understand this
To figure out that

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