They asked me, to whom you write?
I answered them, to the queen of light.
With a smile they said, does she love you?
With a broken heart, I answered no.
Oh dear then go, You have to fly.
To where I will go? She is the Sky.
There is no hope, my dears I know.
She has my heart, how could I go?
She has my heart, how could I go?
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