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[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill] [Recorded live at Spectrum Coliseum-Philadelphia-1988] She is a native of the stormy skies, yeah I, I caught a glimpse from the depths of my eyes Atop a black winged mare Casting a wicked stare She throws her head back And rides into the night She flies strange wings Behind a thin disguise She flies strange wings Still tears she cries Oh I, I followed her To the brink of dawn, yeah She, she took control of my very soul, yeah She's still a mystery In her arms I long to be I don't know why I turn and reach to the sky She flies strange wings Behind a thin disguise Letras de cancionesShe flies strange wings Still tears she cries She flies strange wings Behind a thin disguise She flies strange wings Still tears she cries Strange wings Behind a thin disguise Strange wings Tears she cries From Letras Mania