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With you it’s blissfully

You’re giving me wings,
And I’m soaring high.
My mad nomad,
My idol, my fan.
In my wildest thoughts
I erase the day with the night,
For a moment — a chosen one,
For an eternity — a lonely guard.

And I cannot wait to accept my temptation,
But there is a fear to stain angel’s feathers.
With you it’s blissfully,
My servant, my master,
To love you is always my pleasure.