The cold of the torned wingsStormy skies can swallow the kingAbove there just wonderingSome of the birds stop singingThey are show their eyes frighteningLove they had turned into nothingIn The Eden of the mind sitting
The cold of the torned wingsStormy skies can swallow the kingAbove there just wonderingSome of the birds stop singingThey are show their eyes frighteningLove they had turned into nothingIn The Eden of the mind sitting
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