He looked up
To heavens
Seek for something
Whispring prayes
and on it glasss
reflected
sun and clouds
and something from son
i give to you my spirit, yes
i beg you take it carefully
and then to you my heart i give
why must you always dress in black?
why must you always greave
and if you want i surely leave
as clouds reverse in touch with the sun (?)
i give to you my spirit, yes
i beg you hide it carefully
and then to you my heart i give
the days i do
remeber
never would stop you
neither do i
in evening dress
on the floor
softly you lying to years
i give to you my spirit, yes
i beg you touch it carefully
and then to you my heart i give
the temple’ll fall
believe it
as three will be counted
at the corner of age
you sins’ll the be
forgiven
as a shiver of you wings
i give to you my spirit, yes
i beg you burn it carefully
and then to you my heart i give
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