Like an angel is flying on the sea…
It gives poses of beauty to me…
I love them all who show the miracles of the God,
They open my road for learning the art of dream to me…
When I look at these stones…
I see your heart…Cold…
You don’t say your love cause of proud…
Please say me, say me please loud…
It will be miracle for me
I will be over the cloud…
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