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I was walking through the night |
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Suddenly I remarked a sound in the winds |
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An angel like voice singing a tale |
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Through the cold and stormy night |
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Flies an angel |
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The black angel |
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White skin, red lips and long black hair, |
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Her wing is broken |
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The guardian angel |
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Listening breathless to her voice |
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Which has touched me right there in my heart |
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I felt the tears run down my face |
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Through the cold and stormy night |
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Flies an angel |
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The black angel |
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White skin, red lips and long black hair, |
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Her wing is broken |
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The guardian angel |
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The storm drags on her clothes |
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Like an invisible warrior |
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Her wing broke with a sound |
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So disgusting that it froze my heart |
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Her voice became weaker |
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Losing this fight of blackness |
