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Angelus Canticum
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Light and Dark Every single note was a song in itself
And every little breath was a melody
And I, a painful ripping squeal
That bellowed from inside of me
Her crimson lips had softly smiled
As she sang angelically
But no more than a dissonant chord
Was the best that I could be
Oh, angel of the nightly song!
How wrapped in you I have become!
How can I go, and sing alone
Shouting like a falling drum
I can't forget your heavenly voice
That pierced the ever-present noise
Through sky and the pervasive smog
To me, whom naught but death employs.
