Blue angel-eyes
Blue angel eyes
A demon lies
And a young child cries
But in her blue eyes
there’re dancing angels
I find harmony in there
Heaven’s spirits so handsome and pretty
and love so fair
Golden wings of angels which split in millions
With joy in their hearts
Angels made out of cremated axis and dust
but in her blue angeleyes I feel liberty now
I feel glory and trust
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| Auteur: Manjula | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 november 2006 | ||
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