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In the cool hour of the evening
The garden gold and breathing
My lover at my hand
Two virgins in the landand angels on the wingdescending as they sing,"
Raphael, oh Raphael"O how it made you warm
To see my lover's form
Who'd think a human touch
Could make an angel blushand you'd leave grudginglyas if you envied me,
Raphael.
You'd linger just to talk
For hours as we'd walk
Your feet burned on the hillsyou never had your fill
Was it you who brought us fire
On your wings of desire,
Raphael?
And when the earth grew coldthe vision would not holdheaven closed its doorswe never see you anymoreand our voices fill the airlike a table or a chair,
Raphael.
But I swear there's still an emberof paradise remembereda certain shade of bluethe nakedness we knewand I wonder if you keepthe feel of grass beneath your feetand when you seraphim embracenow, does the blood rise in your face
Raphael?
Oh, Raphael, Raphael.
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music
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