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You can't be caught, after all, you are elusive
To inspire with love, yet you fly past
What is it that you desire, what makes your heart so glad?
And you break the thread, barely touching with your gaze
Cold, beautiful, no one's
I will never see the wings
And fly with you to your lands
I want at night and I desire
And it lures – inaccessibility, half a step
A question of expectations – friend or foe?
I am not given to stop you
The leading actress in a silent film
Cold, beautiful, no one's
I will never see the wings
And fly with you to your lands
I want at night and I desire