Our Wings Are Burning
We fell in love, with dust in our lids
\r\nAnd the pain of a severed soul
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\r\nWe lowered our heads and lifted our face
\r\nPlaced our bodies in celebration
\r\nPoured The Ointment Of Grief
\r\nOn the lips of a mutilated man
\r\nI carry the bones of a deformed child
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\r\nAnd my own polluted breath
\r\nI speak the old man's words
\r\nIn a persuasive eloquence
\r\nBless the dust that hides
\r\nThis unlamented head
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\r\nOn the crest of fire, our wings are burning
\r\nHow glorious the pain
\r\nAnd the ways of God, shriek out of tune
\r\nAll is lost but hope
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\r\nOn the crest of fire
\r\nOur wings are burning
\r\nTo the wind's anthem
\r\nAll is lost but hope
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