Restless for angels, leaves of my words
A lovely meander
Weather you
The sun is damning, please let go
Not with the memory,
They're lovers again
The sun is the moon : an amalgam
Their
Heaven's a word where she come from
Haven't a word where
Like a sound he lay in the folds of her
Where the elders are weeping in the old courts of
Days have passed, better than agenda
Words are massed, but the
There's a child that sings soft and warm
There's a bell
Dawn breaks, I am alone
I’m awake, eyes unopened
Half in the
Paper dolls, painted in blue and gray
Sleeping where the shadows
Well I feel the happiness as the ground shakes around
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