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622. Where Angels Sing

I wish away all my daylight hours
To close my eyes is all I desire
This reality provides me nothing I care for
The will to sleep is all I now aspire
Through dreams I can soar above it all
My mind free to wander as it might
No obstacles can stop me in my journeys
The only hope to be with you at night
Though not real your spectral beauty is my companion
Your gossamer spirit need only to smile to make my day
With clasped hands we travel without worldly reason
No mortal person can prevent us from meeting in this way
While to touch your face is what I wish for
The laws of man and religion are displeased at such thinking
So I’ll spend my days knowing that you’ll be waiting
Together once again where the angels do sing


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