Michael Holborn, William Henries - Wings of Summer

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A summer’s breeze, still got hurt my mind.
Yeah it drags me by five years.
Carried to Anna, your eyes wears sheets to cheer the wind.
I followed her, the will through we go more.
We were carried on the wings of the summer wind, the blade of stone.
And no one came, to break a bottle of lover’s game.
We were carried on the wings of the summer wind, the blade of stone.
Their dear parts is sweet.
ask Kate too young to know the «coft»
Remenances of a still arcade of summer’s «come and loft»
I followed her, the will through we go more.
We were carried on the wings of the summer wind, the blade of stone
And no one came, to break a bottle of lover’s game.
We were carried on the wings of the summer wind, the blade of stone.
No else small lives, no silver stars, I need em' here.
My sweets again, angels are high should disappear.
We were carried on the wings of the summer wind, the blade of stone
I followed her, the will through we go more.
We were carried on the wings of the summer wind, the blade of stone
And no one came, to break a bottle of lover’s game.
We were carried on the wings of the summer wind, the blade of stone.
No else small lives, no silver stars, I need em' here.
My sweets again, angels are high should disappear.
We were carried on the wings of the summer wind, the blade of stone
No else small lives, no silver stars, I need em' here.
My sweets again, angels are high should disappear.
We were carried on the wings of the summer wind, the blade of stone