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| Cured by an angel |
| I was a demon, She- an angel. There were so many differences, Which could lead us to wrangle. I was the darkness, She- the light, Which showed me the way Through the impudent night. No need to lie! I took pleasure in sins, Covered with black veil And guarded by winds. But she... Her soul is so pure! She whispered her prays, She believed they can cure! I don't know what's the reason; Maybe her prays, maybe her smile, But all this confirmed my decision To get rid of my sins for awhile. I was a demon, She- an angel. There were so many differences, Which could lead us to wrangle. Like the black merges with the white, And the day follows the night, The most worse of demons Bowed down to the light. 8 March 2002 |