The only one thing
That I remember of you
Is this ancient harp
That you let me
How if were a souvenir
Of your hands
Driving me crazy
The last night
And this is for me
The only one thing
That can prove
To everybody that you are
An errant archangel
Because this instrument
Is only played
For heavens’ angels
And you let me one
The last night
After make me love
With your beautiful love
Of errant archangel.
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