With the approach of the dawn
As he was left alone
After she hanged the phone
With the approach of the dawn
He thought of the words she said
The gentle breeze they led
As they're left in his head
He thought of the words she said
She's kind and sweet, he thus thought
Is she the angel sought
For whom he devils fought?
She's kind and sweet, he thus thought
Won't you kiss me, goddess, dear?
Bless with yours, my lips, here
Make me fine, ease my fear
Won't you kiss me, goddess, dear?
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