Look to heaven you will see,
Eyes as blue as all the sea,
Hair as brown as mother earth,
A smile warmer then the hearth,
Listen to the wind to hear,
An angels voice, her melody,
Say her name, say 'Come to me, '
The angel who flies so beautifully,
Will descend and on one knee,
I sing of her, I sing of me,
And as she watches me she sees,
A glistening eye, a face of glee,
As I view my own Annabel Lee,
I wish that we could always be,
Together in our melody,
I sing to her, she sings to me.
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