Coulds of blue, and Amber, Gray
I try to touch you, but your so far away
I want to feel a breeze
Intstead I sit here, under the tree's
In hell for ever, forever more
i'll never have those wings to sore
i close my eyes, and pretend i'm there
With the wind blowing, through my golden hair
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