Wings

When I call the angels in heaven,
I like to go and leave himself.

I fear that nothing compares to the angels that take me to heaven, I want to go voluntarily for itself.

When they call me angel of the Lord God.
I will wait until I release to you,
I know that I like to let go together.

I fear that nothing compares to the angels that take me to heaven, I want to go voluntarily for itself.

I'm still alone, poor as a mouse,
Just write me, my love.
Let know if you like soft plush.

Just ask the Angels what he likes my God,
If you know it, so tell me, be like to experience next fall.


I'm searching for God. I just want to know how to get up.
My love of heavenly wings. Because I know that those of your hair springs.
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