.I remember there was a young lady,
Towering over in robes of white,
Golden-brown hair and a ring full of emeralds,
Bathed in her own sweet light.
And I remember that sixty God angels
Could not have taken my eyes away.
She was bathing my wounds with a hand soft as anyt.
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