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The Forgotten City
 In work with the city of pulse,
Has I forgotten the dream of love,
The metallic structure and iron prison home,
Has Venus projected missionary unaccomplished?
That I still alone in the city of vanity,
With naked body soul seated by illusion,
And Falling Angel frown on smile of sadness,
Spread her wings and fly me back
to The Forgotten City of Angels.
 
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Back Into The Light
I wish that I have been into the light of dream,
The radiate of sun with a warm touching hands,
That embrace my soul to ever green prosperity,
Thus my wings spread toward your love.
My back of love toward mortal,
The ray of benevolence soothed,
The loving nature of ocean tears,
That once nourished my preserving sweet gal.
How could I love you once more,
For the sanity you been suffered long,
That when no one listen to share,
Perhaps this world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you !
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