As we live our lives,
eventually someone we care for dies,
I wished we could met again,
a little earlier in our next lives.

But I don't think,
your god will let me in,
I'm just a lowly sinner,
writing about an angel.

The curse of immortality.

I can't follow.

Whatever we had,
was magical,
though short lived,
the connection felt real,
but I will hold your memory forever.

The curse of immortality.

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