Breathless time
On a late summer evening
The angels left before
And their faces stained with white
I believe that it is too late
To admit to you that I hurt
My dying heart
And my memories stained with white
If if they lose me, know that I will be yours
And in the hollow of its arms, death will rock us
For if they lose me, it is only to remain yours
And in the hollow of his arms, death will rock us
The rain runs down my temples
Lightning sings of your descent
Nestled against my life
Your laugh rejoices rings and then runs away
I think it's too late
To tell you that it hurts
My heart is no longer like before
Because he falls asleep very slowly

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