Oh Angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting
and when I close my eyes each night I often hear you sing
Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing
And when I vowed to comfort you, you swallowed everything.
Angeline, oh my Angeline
My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen
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