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The heat...
I can’t feel it no more,
Grey Angel so quiet now,
Hidden among these rocks
Of terrible desolation,
He will sing soon,
Breath in,
Breath out,
The supersonic song...
Will he hear it?
One day ,maybe,
It will sing to me too,
The last supersonic moment.
Anyhow the tribute shall be given,
By my angel,
Or someone else’s...
On golden wings
That break barriers
Of sound,
Of life,
Of fate…
Written by Markis
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