broken memories in time could still shine
but they're getting old
if you could see this world with my eyes
you'd be so surprised at what you'd know
so, if you see my angel of light
with her sweet wine
could you let me know
because i think she's gone again
fatal are these moments of trust
that please us and who would know
helped here by the passions of life
now strife won't let me go
so, if you see my angel of light
with her sweet wine
i think she needs to know
that i've gone again
i've really gone again
i think i'm gone again
so lonely
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