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I still think you are
some kind of angel
one of those warrior types
like in antiquity
with metallic armour
hanging over your shoulders
while I gawk in awe

I grabbed onto your shoulders
but couldnt hold on
because I’m mortal.
so into the sky
I soared in some kind of trance
over the patchwork hills
looking for more shiny things…

is this why they call it falling in love?
because i fell in love
as you flew away