Angel
The little one
Who wears the White T-shirt
Comes to see
Me.
Slowly and Slowly
She always
Always comes with
Her own way
The beautiful dancing you
Ever Ever
Have seen in the
Universe
Until the roof, the branches, and the grounds
Gently hold the little angle.
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Lift my hands, I try to catch her
Every time I touch her
She leaves me a little drop of water
And disappear
Open my eyes widely
So I can look her closely
But she just stays on my eyelash
Try to close my eager eyes
Open my mouth and
Put out my tongue
She fast gets into my heart
Leave me a cold breath to miss
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I lie down and stamp myself
On her soft body
There is no way she can escape
She gently holds me
Closely, closely
I can hear her mutter
The world is quiet to listen:
Please my angle
Tell me the stories you bring
From
Thousands miles away
And thousands year
When I walk on
I heard her happy singing
