My dear sweet angel,
In nostalgia I confess,
Remembering your joyful ways,
In past gone happy days.
As I think of you,
And England in the west,
My heart starts to pound,
From deep inside my chest.
You're a beautiful friend indeed,
So kind and so loyal,
Delicate and in need,
So noble and so Royal.
I gaze out of my window,
At the sinking sun yonder,
As I think and ponder,
Absence has made my heart grow fonder.
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