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
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
Lights in her hair, strong words we've said
Strange as it
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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