I think to tell GodI can be an angel nowI wonder what colour wings I'd choosehow fine the feathers could be?somehowI am looking for starsin the day skynot finding themknowing they are above the house, yetbright like her eyes when she has smiled
I think to tell GodI can be an angel nowI wonder what colour wings I'd choosehow fine the feathers could be?somehowI am looking for starsin the day skynot finding themknowing they are above the house, yetbright like her eyes when she has smiled
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