My journey started in the sky. Flying through the white soft snow of the mountain ranges. A distant fog down below of all the lost souls. I here the fairies sings as they make the snow dance. The wind makes the music, but I can not stop to play. For I must return to my sweet Elizabeth. She smells of flowers so I must wait for spring. Her hair is golden and brighter than the sun. So I must travel to a sunny place of warm weather. Her heart is warm and soft like a mothers touch. So I must travel to the place we first met in Japan. I hope she is still waiting.
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To Heaven I fly as I fall to Hell
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