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Death Angel

Im waiting for your call,
im desperate for your voice,
remembering the things we used
to do early summer,
just like when we used to be.

Because I can still hear you breathing,
I can feel your voice filling the air,
your lovely touch of delight,
I just can't remove those special memories,
we've made the world flesh,
but I can't change it,
if I could turn back time.

And i'm tired of being all alone,
and this special moments,
makes me want to come back
into your bliss,
make me yours and you'll be mine,
until the end of our existance.

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The longing for the voices from the far side appealingly delivered. Thanks.