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The Angel Goddess Before Me
As radiant as the morning sun
As beautiful as a single rose in the spring
I see an angel walking before me
Unnoticed, though, I go
To the goddess that appears before my eyes
My soul cries out to her
But still to no avail
And try as though I might
Looking for any sign of hope
The goddess shan't notice a commoner like me
The angel comes, the angel goes
As I grovel at the cloud
Along which she floats on by
All this I watch from a distant window
Still wondering
Shall the Angel Goddess ever notice me
