They don't need wings to fly...
The one, who knows...
The first in love...
The special creature of blue winter.
His way is beautiful
And hard.
His name is Life, and Death, and Singer.
His big blue eyes...
His long white hair...
He is The Last.
Your love and fair.
Perfect creature.
Just because.
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