I don't want a hero to save me, |
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| My fallen angel, the
unwanted! Yet shed your bright light into the dark. My silent angel, the exiled! Yet shine in the sky like the morning star. I stand here, on this desolate hill, Feeling the north-winds on my face. Don't ever worry for me dear, As I always keep myself warm and safe. I watch the sky and see the lightning. I listen to the quietus and hear the thunder. I close my eyes and feel the approaching storm, For which I've got no fear but for ages I've waited. Oh Lucifer! You are now rising higher and higher, As, everything's slowly sinking down. |
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