It's not over, yet
a cold wind
is clearing my head
while I am sleeping
on a heavens bed
a blanc page
would sush me
the kind of mood
I'm longing to be
an angel comes to me
and brings me to light
it feels so peaceful
but a bit to bright
since your gone
I have lived in the dark
It's not over yet
you are still a burning mark
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