She
flashed through the mirrors of my mind,
Entered as a lady beyond my time.
Ages have passed, styles have changed,
Wars have been lost ‘n won.
People have died since the days she was young.
Angelina,
the lady of my fever.
Angelina, you know I love you.
She passed
through the hallways of my storms,
Lived in a caslte until htat fatal morn.
“Why did she die?”
“From love,” they all told me.
The love she had, she had to hide.
Angelina,
the lady of my fever.
Angelina, you know I love you.
Pale and
cold, beautiful she was,
Lying there in her blood,
While they all gathered around her.
In the painting that I saw -
in the painting that I saw.
Angelina,
the lady of my fever.
Angelina, you know I love you.
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