الكلمات الأصلية
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Restless for angels, leaves of my words
A lovely meander
Weather you love
The loneliest dancer with plenty of blue love
In storms she comes
In storms she goes
That's how she learns
That's what she wants
That's how she learns
Yes, but for dreaming that fathers the child
In traces of sleeping
Yes, but for a while
Ancient of feathers for the loveliest dancer
Weightless and feathered
In storms she comes
In storms she goes
That's how she learns
And that's what she wants
And that's how she learns
And that's what she wants
