She could always feel her heart breaking more for him than for herself. No one else could quite grasp the concept, but she couldn't help how she felt. Don't those pseudo-bohemian artists rage about how conceptually developed you are? Yet you can't understand this? There's more to those lyrics; it's what I've said all along.
"Now angel won't you come by me? Angel, hear my plea. Take my hand, lift me up, so that I can fly with thee"
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