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and with every passing moment of every passing day

She dies a little more and starts to fade away.

She says you cant help me.

you might as well just go

For there is no hope for an already dammed soul.

her words like ice freezing you where you stand

her tears like fire burning in your hands

her beauty is charming as such stars

And as far from my finger tips as Mars.

with every passing moment she looks to me for grace

i only wish i could wipe the burning tears from her face.

an angel of our misery she starts to come undone

and only heaven knows the angel that awoke the sun.