A glowing star,
a distant light.
The first thing I see tonight.
When the night is still,
and the moon births a new bloom.
The Amber Angel will rock you goodnight.
For am I mistaken the beauty of the Amber Angel?
Her wings the color of a dying fire,
yet has the aggressive light with a touch of heaven.
The Amber Angel, the Holy Grail of the innocent.
The Pretector of the sick and frail.
The glowing star,
the distant light.
The Amber Angel comes yet tonight.



it just would not stop.




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