I remember the
fluttering of his arms,
the rising of the sun like the rays of the sun.
He's an angel,
we in droves, we don't know
that love of man is ours.
Love
is a moment in time,
an
unrequited love is imperishable.
He's an angel,
we in droves,
we don't know that love of man is ours.
He's a moment in time,
an
unrequited love is imperishable.
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