all things for me is crystal clear
we sides of one cheap coin, my dear
we childs of miracles, we both
you white, i'm dark, not our choice
you love to fly, you have nice wing
it's not as rear as you think
your white wings perfect, don't afraid
my wings is black it's other fate
all things are simple, don't play more
we know, who angel, who are whore
we both make miracles, of course
but we can't pair our fate's colors
yes, we both fly, our sky is same
but i feel rapture - you feel shame
we sides of one cheap coin, my dear
no matter, what a wings we wear
color of angels
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