XIX - Salto Ángel

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Now none of this pieces can be apart
Locked down her heart
Red from her tears
Everyday her hands are red

She's waiting to come back home,up to sky
She know ain't forever here
Everyday she's trying to lower her head for beauty of things she sees
Her ego
Her pride
Covered by her wings

Her heartbeat It's heroically spinning round and round
Yeah she fall from the skies

Full of bloody sins
When Angel Falls
hit this earth and destroy it with her heart

She have sky and fire in eyes
Cascade of hair
White curves of her body
Angel Falls

Angel Falls when I look at it
beautiful in tragedy

All her vains like rivers are waiting to connect in ocean

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