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Poet archangel,
prince of the stars,
turn me in poetry,
give wings to my heart.
It doesnt matter
how high or how far,
I just need feel the dark
to eclypse the sun.
- Just close your eyes
and dream
that youre flying
on the wind.
Just close your eyes
and feel,
the darkness
makes real your dreams -
Dreamer elderly
the infinite you made
wearing on fantasy
each shadow, each detail.
Could you take me
Where Im not a slave?
Where I can kiss the love
That never came?