Oh, That Angel of Mine
On clouds of white, she travels night
Unto the stars she rides so free
An angel there, with flaxen hair
The heart she holds she stole from me
She knows her power, just like a flower
A beauty she is and smells so sweet
For when she’s near, her voice I hear
This divided man she makes complete
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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