My Diana, look, my soul
has seams right along the edge,
you see, the holes are getting cold.
It's so scary to wake up alive,
cradling the body, bending over it,
tormented by what will be taken away.
Diana, my Angel, stay a little longer,
the wind is desperately pounding in my chest,
my heart is fluttering inside.
Diana, there is such a desolation inside,
even if you come and take what you want,
do not return it back.
I will register you in my heart,
and when I leave, you will stay in it.
Be careful there…
You are a snow angel Dedicated to Diana MagnaySky
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