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My released wings scatter my wishes |
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Towards this destroyed world, to a sky full of prayers |
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The cracked moon's spiral is reflected in these eyes |
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My tracing finger struggles to find the place |
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Embracing this journey, my skin twists with fever |
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Like a deep desire, my chest tightens again |
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My released wings scatter my wishes |
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Towards this destroyed world, to a sky full of prayers |
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In the night's abyss |
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A blooming flower presses against my ears |
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My sighs pile up in the noises of the city |
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Even now that day is blurry and lost in my memory |
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This must have run out, the pain was replaced by a scar |
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With my temporary wings I flap at the light of life |
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Against my punishment, I direct my feelings towards you |
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My blood soaked wings rise and become the wind |
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A thousand wishes smash and soar towards the sky |
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With my temporary wings I flap at the lamplight of life |
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Against my punishment, I direct my feelings towards you |
