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A shift in the shadows
puts a chill in the air.
A gleam in the mirror
reflects someone else there.
A voice calling softly
to entice harmony.
The Angel of Father
would call her to sing.
Memory turned fable,
Phantom Angel's song in dreams.
Slowly, sweetly, this haunting melody
drifts down to become a part of me.
To take this, listen, turn these notes into gold
would draw the one down here whom I long to hold.
Memory turned fable,
Phantom Angel's song in dreams.
puts a chill in the air.
A gleam in the mirror
reflects someone else there.
A voice calling softly
to entice harmony.
The Angel of Father
would call her to sing.
Memory turned fable,
Phantom Angel's song in dreams.
Slowly, sweetly, this haunting melody
drifts down to become a part of me.
To take this, listen, turn these notes into gold
would draw the one down here whom I long to hold.
Memory turned fable,
Phantom Angel's song in dreams.