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Radiant light streams from brown eyes,

The soul is filled with magical passion,

And it seems to have long been mired,

You keep me warm in all the bad weather.

I’m going to see you again as an angel in the sky,

Love the Holy will fill force wings,

It did not believe before like fiction,

And fell in the twilight of his impotence.

You helped me believe in dreams again.,

And live the dream of the heart forever,

You are more precious than a white rose,

What I gave you in the holiday sometimes.

Fills a soft voice with a wounded soul,

He is close to me and has become a native,

You come, you’re welcome in the world.,

I’m coming home to you again.

You come as a guest in my dreams all the time.,

You give yourself to love and tender feelings,

And soon you will forget the other guys,

I believe, me forward with for gaining’ll call.