I can feel snow falling,
On all dreams,
Slowly on my wings.
I can feel a strong pain on my feet
I can feel that huge root on the ground
And as it I'm a forgotten seed
I can touch a climbing weed
Wrapping me all,
From the bottom to the neck
Oh, God, now I can see...
I'm an angel
With no more a place to be.
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