A crown for an interlude

Interlude, g:

On not seeing your face, I had to recuperate, my

Crown for you

Sat on a cat, cat on a throne of goodness,

A little angie hat, little angie soul, she’s an odd one, a unique one whereon i pondered on,

A heart exposed on her sleeve soul, that,

What happens to souls

Rat a tat tat

Cats all in a row, angie-souls

And all our criminal souls as well?

What becomes of us all, mortal souls, do you wonder also?

Gathered and loved and blessed, kissed by the world?

Kissed and blessed by the soul

And loved by Lady Goddess herself, in love with life, souls speak with soul,

Soul of the world, gathered I in her breath,

Speaks angie soul, I am your angel, says ensouled

Says its a beautiful world,

Anyway, what’s left, rat a tat tat, angie soul, life or death, and what happens to the rest

Does it matter–

:)And I something I’m not, but am, but could not be, but could not but be,

Something changing, gathering crown on my head:)

–In the end

Really, g, sweet, whats next?

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