My life has meaning now
An angel with crimson hair
I thank the Lord above how
He could send me a gift so fair
I look in the mirror
And I don't hate what i see
In my heart I thank her
For setting my soul free.
I've regained hope
She is my luck, my four leaf clover
I untie the noose in the rope
My hiatus from her will soon be over
Every second without her is pure agony
I do love her as you can clearly see.
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