She was wearing a white dress
But she didn’t have wings
She was flying in air
And I looked at her earrings
Her eyes were blue
Her lips were red
I was just thinking about her
24/7 in my bed
Me, she and a border between our worlds
It was like a love triangle
She had to go and I let her
But I was happy, I saw an angel.
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