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You are my crying angel

Fall in my arms from heaven and bleed

You are my dying angel

Lost in my eyes but want me and need

Sun burnt your fragile wings

Deserve to die by sword of ruthless grace

You try to fly and never kneel

Ignite from the sun, come to new phase

You are my crying angel

You fly without heartbeat in your chest

You are my dying angel

And always be within an ace of death

Bedrop my icy skin

Release my tired soul to heaven’s freedom

For things I’ve never seen!

You pull me down and start the new dawn