He’d have white wings
 His eyes full of greens
 Cold hand from fear
 He’ll be my dear
 His face swarthy
 Very naughty
 He warmed me with cold hand
 And fell
 On sale
 Which has eaten him
 In which he drown
 Then I looked for him
 My angel
 ...and he had found me
 Then for the first time
 We were together
 I felt that touch
 As he cuddles me
 But it was just wind
 It was my wind
 My angelic wing
 Which i felt for
 With whom I’ve stayed
 Over the river
 With him
 And again we were one
 My angelic wind...
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