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“The Angel Doll”




You think you frighten me, Love
By the ways that you act…although
Your acts don’t bother me…
Give close attention to the wind…through the trees—yes
It…sounds like a beautiful breeze…
You think I am there with you, Love—no, it is not me…
Yet, it seems, you have heard me speak…
Feel the wind slipping though your hair—so smooth and graceful
Should you grasp wind chimes—singing…
It feels like…a beautiful thing….
Never leave your soul to calling me—I am not alive…
It is only your imaginations misinterpretations calling…
I am not alive for you anymore—goodbye to you
Angel…Doll…doll
doll….





Written By, Darkest Angel
Written December 23, 1989






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“The Angel Doll”




You think you frighten me, Love
By the ways that you act, although
Your acts don’t bother me
Give close attention to the wind, through the trees—yes it
Sounds like a beautiful breeze
You think I’m there with you, Love—no, it’s not me
Yet, it seems, you’ve heard me speaking
Feel the wind—it slides, as would my hands and fingers
Though your silken hair—so smooth and graceful
Would it be my hands—caressing,
Should you grasp wind chimes … singing
That feels like a beautiful thing….
Never leave your soul to calling me—I am not alive for you
It is only your imaginations misinterpretations calling—
I am not alive for you anymore
Goodbye to you—my
Angel…Doll…doll
doll….





Written By, Darkest Angel
Written December 23, 1989
(Rewritten March 14, 2010)