Your wings of freedom
Never forget the diamonds of innocent blood or your white wings of freedom, of bright satin velvet.
Never forget your illusory wings if you undertake your eternal immortal flight towards the lost kingdom of Mustang.
Your wings of freedom, silver and iridescent, are always fresh air in my placid sleeping mount.
Fresh air in the essence of your immortality, in the pure essence of your strange and beautiful freedom …
Never forget the innocent blood diamonds or your white wings of freedom in the lost kingdom of Mustang.
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