Fly from broken love.
You say throw it all away.
I don't know.
Angels whisper through trees,
calling gently:
“Fool, crack and forget,
cry and fly away upon tomorrow.”
An angel softly calling
sighing pleas:
“I'm a fool.”
“I'm starting to crack.”
Cry, and forget about my heart.”
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