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Hair so black and silkie soft, wisped by the nights winds aloft. Eyes so blue and sterling bright, seen past the days fading light. Lips so red and lushous too, kissed by the days morning dew. Body so tan of perfect shades, bronzed by the sun's vibrant rays.

Its too late to come home now, no way no how. Its too late, Its not our fate. Its too bad you were not true, you had no clue. Its too bad that your so sad. Its too long since you been gone, theres a new dawn. Its too long since youve done wrong. Its so great Ive found a new, Im over you. Its so great theres no more hate. Its so grand Ive took a vow, theres a kid now. Its so grand she took my hand. Its too late to come home now, no way no how. Its too late Its not our fate

It is time my friend, for a kings been born. It is time my friend, for all to adorn. It is time my friend, for he's crucified. It is time my friend, for our sins he died. It is time my friend, for he has arose. It is time my friend, he feels our woes. It is time my friend, for he knows our sins. It is time my friend, for he comes again.

On wings of a dove their virtuous vows of love sail to god above.

A broken mirror, sorrowed in blue. The pain so shear, she found anew. A broken mirror, dusted with white. A so called cure, Angel of night. A broken mirror, covered in red.. Nothing to fear, a life was shed.