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i hear the angels coming |
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but they are taking their time |
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they all decided to walk here |
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instead of flying on little white feet |
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that our eyes cannot see traveling |
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inside a snail shell along the boundary |
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and maybe that's why i cried |
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last night when i walked through the dark |
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i felt the crush of a pearl beneath |
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my shoe and i bent down |
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to see my own heart shatter |
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it is the moon that draws |
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then out from underneath decaying |
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leaves the spring insinuating |
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rebirth turning so they walk |
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the angels do at a molluskan |
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pace the way our love grew until |
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and angel's tender soul pressed down |
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and released the truth |
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a flower up from under ground |
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maybe that's why i cried last night |
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when i walked through the dark |
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i felt the crush of a pearl |
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beneath my shoe and i bent down |
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to see my own heart shatter |
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i feel the angels coming |
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but they are taking their time |
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they all decided to walk |
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here instead of flying |