Her beauty so cold, as the morning
Wakes you with a smile of a beam
An Angel goes down by the road
Of clouds among rainy stream
Her voice holding you into childhood
In echoes of distant light
It takes you to higher ground
For melt out without remind
With Her you so easily wander by roofs,
Wink and fly by the TRICE.
Perfection - is so rare talent
This mystery hidden in ANGELINE's eyes...