Rudolph Manheim - The Feather

Fly, fly high
Fly, fly away
With those blissful fluffy white wings
Fly, fly fast
My angel.

Angel,
You've dropped one of your feather
Don't be worry, angel
I'll pick and keep it
As a memory.

May you have a great life up there, angel
Do leave me faster
Because you'll hate me more
And I'll be more hurt
Deeply inside.

Your white-pure feather
Became the new you
In my sorrow life
Making me crazy
And lazy.

Angel,
The feather of you
is not going to be vanished away
I'll keep it tight
In my heart.

Rudolph Manheim

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