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She sleeps on the palace of red rose innocence
Little beauty angel of feelings grows deep inside her soul
He touchs her mind by large wings so hot and so cold
Her heart sing like an April breeze on the wings of spring
The angel in cold blood hurts her soul by his wing's edge
She blews, she cries, she shouts with pain...
And she dreams that soon will be a day when her blood makes her quiet shout for joy
That she could say: I am suffer but it's for my love...
(sorry for that)