My debt
Grasp of death, fill me with the cold,
inside me, something crying,
pretty thing, torn wings, wounds deep,
what keeps me alive, tears of love, tears of sorrow...
I am told, no more will I grow old,
inside me, something dying,
In my heart, wounded, angel weep,
in my death, for dying angel, I owe...
inside me, something crying,
pretty thing, torn wings, wounds deep,
what keeps me alive, tears of love, tears of sorrow...
I am told, no more will I grow old,
inside me, something dying,
In my heart, wounded, angel weep,
in my death, for dying angel, I owe...
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