Roman Rain - Flyin On | Текст песни

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While the music of autumn plays quietly in mind,
I imagine your flight in the turquoise of sky.
I stare at the stars, see a picture of strange.
I know it s the aeon, her array and derange

You ask me Don t let me fall!
You re so high above me, you re flying on.

I hate your love and clay, I can t stand
The look of this scars on your crippled hands.
It seems to be love, this scabby word.

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