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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...
Evergreen altar
Pine and myrrh on winter air...
Oh the winds they rage and rancour
and the sky is cold and gray...
In winter’s hush, in darkness deep
A shadow snatched away his light...
There’s a fire at the door
And there’s decay in the streets...
A:
The wind’s begun its whispering...
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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 |