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How beautiful you are, but it’s a gift from the devil
and I damn you when you don’t seem to admire my way
I have lost my wings trying too hard to care
and the wounds are still bleeding and the feeling’s so strange

When I look your way I can’t see your face,
only mist hangs over my sight
You show me wonders but I’m blind from the second
since I crossed my look with your beautiful eyes.