Hello father the angels have come,
To welcome spring a season to soon.
Deliverance is here for heaven has spoken,
Casting tears this vernal morning.
Hello father the angels have come,
To seal our hearts together,
A vestige of Eden,
a heavenly scar,
Leaving us in a vacuum of horror.
Fragrances of love will forever cherish,
A distant ambrosia of yearning,
For silence brews a yeast of hope,
Aged in a seraphim's barrel.
In heavens hands the dew remains,
waining the night away,
Discourse has aged but not in vain,
For a son, a daughter maybe a dog,
leave a footstep on the shore.
Somewhere across the withered vale,
Where every soldier falls,
We shall stand again as friends,
For true love conquers all.
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