Angel. These salted drops,
they taste of final.
Angel. This long embrace,
it feels the last .
Angel. Your broken voice,
it sounds of ending.
Angel. Your healing wings,
are now to fly.
A thousand years we lived,
and saw great pains and mysteries.
A thousand joys we had,
they came and left like passing friends.
A thousand crafts we built,
with hopeful hands and wishful hearts.
A thousand times we cried,
those tears now end here in our arms.
Angel...
farewell...
a thousand smiles await you.
Obrigado pela leitura!
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