| She’s my grief
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| She’s my tears of despair
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| She’s sleeping beauty in my dreams
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| She’s ashes of my hopes
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| She’s voice of my eternity
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| She’s frankness of attracting midnight
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| She’s mistress of my heart
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| She and nobody except her
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| Bird, celestial bird
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| Bird, wingless bird
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| The bird remain with me for ever
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| … She’s my grief
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| No, beloved, not for us this spring
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| We have lost our happiness outside our bodies
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| All that you see now it’s only dream
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| The reflection that never will happen
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| At one time we were birds with you
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| And with enjoying soared in the clouds eternal
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| But arrows of death pierce our wings
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| And we’re as if silence have felled in our life
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| That day when I’ve stretched hands to heaven
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| She as a bird has felled on my palms
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| By the wounded bird tearing out from my dreams
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| By the angel it’s in the flesh … by the bird without wings
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| She’s my grief
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| She’s in a captivity of the body
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| She’s a wingless bird
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| She’s all my dreams
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| She’s embodiment of fantasies
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| She’s the castles in the air
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| She’s got used to ground
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| She and nobody except her
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| If only I had wings, I would give them to you
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| I agree eternally to be tormented on this ground
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| If only to enjoy your flight
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| In heavens that are so far away from me |