The wind sighs
As the seraphim falls
The stars cry
And the world grows small
She lost the man
For whom she burns
Her heart broken
She mourns
She falls to Earth
To be reborn
To toil before the hearth
Immortality, she spurns
The man she loved
Returns as well
Reincarnated, renewed
To ride the ocean swell
He was murdered
She chose to Fall
For all who have loved
Damnation grows small
Their love was taken
And passed through the flame
Though their hearts were broken
Their love still remains
Though they are apart
Their hearts remain united
The greatest gift God created
True love is pure, untainted.
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