The cold enveloped me like a cocoon
I soon grew a pair of wings
It was the whispers of the fairies
Those who promised to see you
The sky was dyed in blood of stars
On a cloud I saw you
Beauty hurts and you suffered
Death has told me that it was like that
The cold enveloped me like a cocoon
I soon grew a pair of wings
They were the whispers of the fairies
Those who promised to see you
I spit out the bitterness of my eyes
Among shadows that cry for you
/>It was loneliness who came first
And its company has been you.

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