What heals our snowblind weary eyes When all stars are slain by fiery skies And every word upon your spiraling cross Is but a misled sun, a bitter loss
Inject us out of here
All I asked for was a little love But from my hands flew the maiden dove While clouds like cotton snowwhite sheep Still calm beside their shepherd sleep
Inject us out of here
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