Sun Swept Morning

Beautiful, sun child mystical smile
Crimson hair and eyes like pearls
Heaven knows you, your heart and face

Sun swept morning in misty rain
Ghostly image, in my sheltering flame
The howling of winds, at deathly hallows

My hearts grown heavy tired and weak
Cute as my beautiful baby, my voodoo child
Heavenly, Huns by the sound of the harps

I, My lover's warmth, my sugar-clad lady
Cherished be thy beauty, in heavens embrace
Mystic essence, in love I express

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