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«Your hands will replace God for me»

And tenderness will melt my heart

You will rush towards the threshold,

Trembling kiss at dawn.

White rose petals,

A breath of magical wind

Look kindly through your tears

Like an unanswered exclamation.

And I will kiss my beloved goddess,

I will never let go to another

«Cause I’ve already overcome my pride

I was always called through the fog.

And I flew towards, like an angel,

Spreading your pampered wings,

Your passion fills my soul

And I became stronger without effort.