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 snow-white sheep Still calm beside their shepherd sleep Inject us out of here
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