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DarkAngel's Fairyland

If you see the morning dew on the green grass, that is Angel's tears

DarkAngel's Home - Captain of Soul



DarkAngel's Home

I will arise and go now, and go to Darkangel's home,
And a small cabin built there with a white dome;
Nine bean-rows will i see there, a nestle for the chirping larks,
And daisies, butterflies and glittering sparks.

I will arise and go now, and go to Darkangel's home,
And find the fragrances along with inspiration invariably roam:
Proses and poems, chuckling and choir,
Enchant me into a hush and happiness buyer.



The Waste Land - II. A Game of Chess (T.S. Eliot)Trees - A.J. Kilmer

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