 The Seventh Angel
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If By Chance We MetIf by chance we met
On a cold
summer's tomorrow The sparkle in your eye
Would drown my tear in sorrow
If by chance we met
On an Autumn's faceless Sunday
The words that taste your mind
Would mean no more than some say
If by chance we met
In a winter's hiding warming
Your snow bit frosted face
Could do our lives more harming
If by chance we met
On a spring's rose thorn drawing
The world around would see
That all we know is nothing
For if by chance we met
Is not a pleasant something
Unless by chance we met
Again
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