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Hi, |
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...
Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...
Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...
The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...
Greens lawns close shorn
Low sun shining down...
Static falls like snow
Dead air radio crowds my ears...
In villages where bread was thin
And grief still clung to door and bone...
Evergreen altar
Pine and myrrh on winter air...
Oh the winds they rage and rancour
and the sky is cold and gray...
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On his body we built this city |
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He left this world in slumber |
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He slipped away from this world |