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Staring at the damp pages,
Waiting for my heart's collapse,
Spilling water in my hands, waiting for walls collapse,
Dancing in the turning time,
Dancing for my year to stay.
Moving through the wind like no other type of swan,
Gracing you with my thoughtful dance,
And you become one,
Merging with bird's flight,
Taking all your time in laugh
Falling through the rabbit hole that no one seems to lack.
Ring upon my finger with a great applause,
Falling like the fallen star, words that never scar
The wind turns in to ice,
Chilling at the bone,
When words of mine have no sense, in the world that falls alone,
Telling me, my bones are ice,
My heart is never cold.
Pray for me my love,
My Angel and my Soul.
Waiting for my heart's collapse,
Spilling water in my hands, waiting for walls collapse,
Dancing in the turning time,
Dancing for my year to stay.
Moving through the wind like no other type of swan,
Gracing you with my thoughtful dance,
And you become one,
Merging with bird's flight,
Taking all your time in laugh
Falling through the rabbit hole that no one seems to lack.
Ring upon my finger with a great applause,
Falling like the fallen star, words that never scar
The wind turns in to ice,
Chilling at the bone,
When words of mine have no sense, in the world that falls alone,
Telling me, my bones are ice,
My heart is never cold.
Pray for me my love,
My Angel and my Soul.
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