Every time I stand to stretch.
I feel as if wings would rupture from my back.
I wish only it were true.
Maybe I can play away from here.
It's so cold.
Please tell me you see my wings.
Please tell me I am an angel.
Please tell me I am your angel.
I'll watch over you.
I'll protect you.
I'll hold you.
I'll love you.
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