My figure
It was a dark and mysteries figure reaching in
It came like an angle picking me up to heaven
But why when I did not even understand the world?
It was bright and fulfilling
As metal birds flied around
I saw a chose my desires
That on mysteries figure was a wizard
When it comes to heaven
But sooner or later that had to end
But my guide was still watching over me
Like an eagle looking for prey
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