I've never seen and never been around you,
Never tried and never dared to fall.
I wish to touch you, feel your feelings,
Love without the split of distance
But it never, never comes.
My bloody eyes can see so clearly!
The blessed white crow is flying in the sky.
She keeps my fragile hope in winglets
And holds it tightly, as her will decides.
I'll be with her and settle in some town.
She looks at me with eyes of faith... For now...
I strive to do my best to hold the gaze
And never ever let her down!
It never comes?
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