Your voice flies like a bird
And my heart takes wings.
The page of the soul is open,
And the lines keep melting, melting...
I'm trying to read at least a word
And see again, again...
In the eyes the reflection of the sky,
In the movements the music of the stars...
My beautiful Angel, where are you?
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Your voice flies like a bird
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