The Wench
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Angel of mine
Angel of mine
Things were always fine
Angel of mine
Angel of mine
That is no saint crossing our lines
Angel of mine
Angel of mine
Are you blind?
Angel of mine
Make him stop
He makes this world rot
Angel of mine
Angel of mine
What happened to your wings?
Has he has disgraced you, as he did to me?
Angel has died
Angel has died
All left is pure regret
Angel has died
Angel has died
What remains is a demon with his wench
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