In heaven's messy holy fight
I see warm but weak lihgt
It's wrest from clouds,falling down
My soul feel it's; her own
And succumbed to lure I forget all suffers and pain
I think I can fly,but I can't it explain....
I can fly
© Copyright: Андрей Чайников, 2012
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