Flee from tortured history stars ar burning bright, night so cold it scores my soul but i'll be alright, Beacaus angels fell from heaven and spirits searched my soul so here i am for all to see that i'll never go. Because glory to the brave be told. Who'll never back a way but solid is my cowards heart and i'm strangely not afraid. so my dearest angel softly i shall wake all the dreams of heaven and those we shon't forsake.Birth sign: Gemini
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