the deepest embrace's creation?
in one night you made me your own in one hour you gave me away to the angels
you sent me up to the sky now their wings fan the heat from the face you'll never see
the hair you'll never smell the little hands you'll never hold
now i am but a silhouette down there
a silhouette of a memory of a solitary night nothing more.
why is life like this?
you sent me up to the sky now their wings fan the heat from the face you'll never see
the hair you'll never smell the little hands you'll never hold
now i am but a silhouette down there
a silhouette of a memory of a solitary night nothing more.
why is life like this?
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