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Too soon An Angel
"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon"
The song is sacred her heart broken black and doomed
You see the sun set upon her head making mockery
For her newborn was stillborn oh the hypocrisy
Her song was supposed to reach God and bless hearts
Instead it was one of agony and silver suffering sobs
The light of the crescent moon came through the room
As if death is beautiful weaving tears in a loon
As if her baby is an angel too soon
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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